CHAPTER 4:

Warning: This chapter contains MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT. Reader Discretion is advised.

"You're bloody crazy!" Ghost shouted at Cpt. Price as they gathered together eleven miles outside of the Russian Sub Base they had just infiltrated.

"Ghost, he's not crazy. Don't you realise what this man's done?" Mui asked, hoping he'd find the blatant connection between sending off the missile and where it was headed.

"No?"

"Oi, he's saved the Americans' asses." Soap interjected. "Without that warhead taking out the Russian soldiers from the east, then they would have been taken over completely by now. Rogue as it was, they'll thank him for it later." Soap finished his sentence as he threw a grenade and it popped some green smoke. They were waiting for the helicopter to come extract them.

"So, where are we headed now?" Mui asked, looking at all four men.

"We got some Intel on where Makarov might be. There's a cabin on the Russia-Georgian border. We're headed there, but the only thing is, we have to camp out and get there on foot or else they might hear us and flee." Price replied, spotting the helicopter a few miles away. He looked back down and noticed that Ghost didn't have his vest on, and he looked quite cold. He then looked at Mui and saw her wearing his jacket. Price was going to mention it, but by then, the helicopter had arrived.

In the helicopter, they had put in several camp kits, including tents and food. They would be stopping roughly twenty miles out away from the cabin and would camp there overnight before advancing in and again, infiltrating it, hoping to find Makarov.

"All right…" The TF141 pilot started talking as he took off. "We've got enough supplies to last you, but you're going to have to share tents. There are two of them, one fits three and the other only fits two rather snugly. I hope that's not a problem Cpt. Price."

"It isn't." He replied, shouting over the rotors of the helicopter. He honestly couldn't care who his bunkmate was. And neither should his fellow soldiers.

A Few Hours Later…

"Well isn't this cozy?" Ghost chuckled, looking into the dark green camouflaged tent he and Mui had just set up. The pilot had been right; it was a small tent. They had decided, since Roach, Price and Soap were the biggest of the five of them; they would get the bigger tent. That left Mui and Ghost to share in the smaller one. Mui smiled.

"Better than nothing." She peered inside, unrolling her sleeping bag. Ghost did the same. The sleeping bags were right next to each other, not even an inch of separation between them. It would definitely be a very cozy night.

Mui was sitting up outside of the tent. It was now dark, and she could only see up to a few yards ahead of her. She didn't want to fall asleep right away, due to the fact that her nerves were getting the best of her. They were so close to getting Makarov, it hurt. She would have rather gone and found him tonight, when he least expected it, but that wasn't what she was getting paid for. She sighed, and looked at her watch. It was half-past ten. She needed sleep before she went on watch at one-thirty in the morning. She unzipped the tent slowly. She tucked into her sleeping bag, pulling it up to her chin. She closed her eyes, and soon enough, she was asleep.

Ghost was out on night watch. He was covering a distance of roughly half a mile and his rifle was equipped with both a silencer and a thermal scope. Ghost peered down his scope occasionally, seeing nothing more than some wildlife. He checked his watch. It was midnight, and his shift was over. He waited to hear a signal from Roach, letting him know that he could leave. Ghost waited and shortly after he had checked the time, he heard Roach's distinctive whistle. Ghost hooted back and then started to head back towards his tent to get some sleep.

He approached the tent, and ripped the tent flap open. "Bloody hell!" Mui jumped up at the noise, grabbing her M9 silenced pistol and cocking it, aiming it at the 'intruder'. "Jesus, Ghost, you could have let me know that it was you coming in." Ghost stared at her.

"Sorry, mate. Now if you'll excuse me, I need some sleep." Ghost slowly got down into his own sleeping bag and tucked his vest underneath his head as an extra pillow. "Nervous?" Ghost asked, wondering why she was still awake.

"Me? Nervous? Bollocks." She chuckled in reply.

"Just curious, but what is your first name?"

"Why should I tell you?" Mui replied apprehensively.

"Well, you know my name. And we're tent mates." Ghost looked over at her in the pitch black darkness of the tent. She stared back at him, and he was still masked.

"You've still got that bloody balaclava on?" She exclaimed.

"Answer my question first." Ghost challenged her. She narrowed her eyes playfully, before accepting his deal.

"Fine. It's Jennifer."

"Hmm." Ghost hummed, grinning.

"Go on; hold up your end of the deal now."

"I suppose so." Ghost replied softly. He slowly began taking off the balaclava, removing his glasses at the same time. Jennifer was watching intently. She saw with hardly any light, that his eyes were a soft olive green. He then proceeded to strip off the mask even more. She saw his chin, which was dotted in dirty blonde stubble. She continued watching him. It seemed to be in slow motion as he finally removed it all, revealing his (quite handsome) face. She gazed at him. He was quite attractive, at least in the dark. Jennifer couldn't understand why he wanted to hide it in the first place.

He was good looking; a straight bridged nose, well sculpted lips, and a square jaw line. They locked eyes and Jennifer was absolutely speechless. She had a very, very attractive man lying right next to her, alone in a tent.

It was now one-thirty. She was supposed to go on watch at two and make a swap with Roach until four in the morning when Price would relieve her. Mui yawned. She had fallen asleep again, but awoke, hearing Ghost snoring softly. He was still sound asleep. She began organising her things, preparing for the next two hours, when suddenly she felt a hand grasp her round her shoulder.

"What the hell?" She hissed. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry again mate. I just wanted to give you this before you left." Ghost said softly.

"What are you going on about? Is this some kind of…?" She stopped short when he suddenly planted his lips to hers. She normally would have pulled back, but something about the 'mysterious Ghost' kissing her made her stay stock-still in place. He kept her lip locked and she found him to be quite the good kisser. She moved in closer, grabbing a hold of his shoulders. He took this as a cue to slide his hands down her curved waist. She let them rest on her hips, pushing the kiss into something more passionate, something full of longing, something full of lust. Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving Jen breathless and in quite a surprise.

"Simon, what was that?" Jen used his first name to show the seriousness of her question.

"That was my preposition, Jennifer." He replied softly, taking a hold of her hand by sliding his hand down her arm. He lifted one golden brown eyebrow, waggling it up and down, anxiously awaiting her answer. She stared back at him, grinning mischievously and silently, she agreed.

She reached over voraciously and grabbed his belt buckle, furiously kissing him while she fiddled with it. It took him a moment to react and realise what was going on. She couldn't get the buckle undone, but Simon easily slid it off for her. He reached over and grasped her shirt, pulling it and undoing all the buttons simultaneously. She was only wearing a bra underneath it. Simon reached behind her, under the now open shirt, to undo the clasp of the black bra. She reached over and yanked the shirt straight off his body. When she pulled it up, she saw his well defined pectorals and his sculpted abs. He wasn't a very large man, but he was muscular. He did the same in turn, tossing her shirt and bra to the corner of the tent. He stared at her ample breasts, the nipples being quite perky due to the cold. He pulled himself closer, their naked upper halves embracing each other like chocolate covering a pretzel. He undid the drawstring of her fatigues, letting them flow down her long, pale legs. He tugged off her knickers, tossing them aside. He kissed her again, slowly collapsing to the floor. At first, she fought with him so much so that she ended up on top. She planted her hands on his shoulders, and looked down between his legs. His member was now fully erect and standing at attention, waiting to get some action. He smiled, licking his dark pink lips salaciously. Jennifer sighed softly, mounting him in a cowgirl position.

She felt all of what seemed to be roughly seven inches enter her. She craved the feeling, considering she hadn't gotten laid in a very long time. It was so long ago, that she couldn't even remember when or who she was with. Simon murmured something softly to himself; all the good feelings that came along with sex were filling his mind. Jen started thrusting back and forth, letting the front of her pubic bone rub against the base of his cock. He opened his eyes and met hers in a devilish staring contest, the other not wanting to lose. He then took advantage and then suddenly rolled them, catching Jennifer off guard. She let a yelp loose, as well as a soft pleasured groan as he re-penetrated her, this time from on top of her. He preferred being the one in charge; he wouldn't let himself be 'whipped' like other men when it came down to making love. He leaned his head down, his small blonde curls hanging in front of his eyes. He kissed her, darting his tongue in between her lips, tasting the back of her front teeth with the tip. She bit his upper lip softly, but enough to let him know that she did. She fought with him, also letting him know she wasn't overly satisfied with being on the bottom. She continued sucking on his lip while he thrusted into her. Simon didn't mind of course, and he took his left hand and gently massaged each of her breasts in turn; cupping the masses in his palm, occasionally giving a slight albeit very stimulating squeeze. She appreciated the gesture and pulled back from his face, eyes locking again. She started grasping his forearms, biting his neck, leaving red welts. Simon didn't mind; he liked it when it was rough. He continued thrusting as somehow, lyrics to an old pop song rang through his ears; and baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun.

He continued pounding into her, forcing her to groan, not of pain but of immense pleasure. She knew she was coming close to a climax and though that surely he was too. He accidentally hit the left wall of the tent, causing it to shift slightly. He moved back to a more dead on angle with Jen. She moved her hands from his forearms down around Simon's waist, pulling him farther inside of her. When he still wasn't hitting the right spot, she decided to go a little more radical; she tossed her legs up on top of his shoulders. Simon took it as a cue to work harder. And work harder, he did. Shortly after she had switched up her position she felt herself getting so close to hitting the climax that her moans and groans became soft whelps and eventually, she was calling out his name. It took him everything he had not to lose control before she had her orgasm. He always wanted to satisfy the woman he was with first. He was soon to achieve her satisfaction.

Jennifer finally yelled out, closing her eyes as she orgasmed. She panted; sweat sticking all over her body. Simon also let himself go, climaxing easily. He sighed loudly. He flopped down into his sleeping bag, breathing heavily. Jen looked at him with the largest grin she could muster.

"So…erm…that was…" She stammered.

"Well worth freaking Roach out?"

"Oh shit. Bloody well forgot about him."

"That was the point." Ghost replied cheekily.

"They can't ever know, I mean…I'm…"

"I know you're a mercenary, not a prostitute. I'm well aware." She got up, dressed and gathered her rifle with the thermal scope on it. She checked the time; it was now two in the morning. She started to rush off. "See you in the morning love." Ghost called out.

"I can't compromise this because of a romp in a fucking tent!" She hissed angrily, closing the tent flap behind her.

"You know you liked it!"