~Haunted~ (Ghost x Reader)

Chapter three

Your shoulder sat tightly against Ghosts, you could feel every crevice of his toned biceps. You thigh pressed against his huge thick thighs which took up 3/4 of the seat. Ghost could feel himself becoming tense, feeling unsure of how he was going to cope with the 3 hour ride to the base. Soap slammed the door and you were well and truly squashed between them. 'Enough room?' Soap said through his smirk. Turning your head to face him you looked at his injured shoulder, 'careful John. Would be a shame if something was to knock that shoulder of yours.' Gaz let out a laugh in the front seat 'you're fucked now Soap, she used your first name.'

The jeep roared to life as Price took to the deserted roads, he honestly must have felt like a single father taking his kids on holiday. You watched as the afternoon slowly turned to evening, the sky was a glorious burnt orange colour. The deserted roads were void of all life, the jungle just kissing the side of the tarmac. Still fighting a concussion you could felt sleepy, knowing they'd wake you when you arrived you shuffled down int he seat and leant your head back. You would have lent on Soaps shoulder but he was still in pain, and Ghost, well it's Ghost. Not a
huge fan of people touching him and you didn't want to add to the obvious uncomfortable feeling he was experiencing being pressed so close against you.

Sleep eventually took you, albeit not in the most comfortable of positions but you managed an hour or two. Soap shook you awake once you got to the base airport. Price's gruff voice broke the silence 'We'll be here for the night, plane lands at 05:00 tomorrow. Get fed and rested up.' All grunting in agreement you filed out of the jeep, stretching your cramped limbs. 'God I need a shower' you huffed, after being in a hot jeep between two burly men you needed to cool off. 'Want me to help you doc?' Soap offered smiling. 'Prefer shit in my hands and clap to be honest' you said flashing him a wicked grin. Soap laughed as he pulled you in by the shoulder 'thanks again for help'n me with my shoulder.'
'Just doin my job. I'll need to look at the bandages later mind. So I'll come find you.'

Settling into your room for the night you changed into your comfy cargo trousers and plain black t-shirt, and went to find the mess hall. It was a small base, a few buildings, a mess hall, a hangar and an air strip. Upon entering the mess hall you found you were the only one there, thank god. Could do with some peace and quiet after being holed up in that safe house for weeks with them. Not much in terms of food but there was a vending machine, you got a packet of crisps and a coke. Sitting down to tuck in you thought back to how close Ghost stood to you in the clinic. The way he looked at you, as if he was in a trance. His eyes full of desire and lust, the mere thought had you rubbing your thighs together. Desperate for some friction to release the pressure. You sat there absentmindedly eating your crisps, savouring the flavour of salt and vinegar on your tongue.

You were completely zoned out and didn't realise you weren't alone until you were faced with a man in a mask sat opposite you. 'Alright?' His voice broke the deathly quiet mess hall, if you could even call it a hall. More like a room. Refocusing your eyes on him you slowly sucked the flavouring off your thumb. That small movement had him teetering on the edge of losing it. 'Yeah' you sighed 'been a long few weeks, just tired. And this headache is pissing me off.' He was dressed in dark wash jeans and a tan 3/4 length shirt. His tattoo peeking out beneath the sleeve. Every fibre of you wanted to trace it with your fingers, to feel how soft his skin is.

Your hair was down draped over your shoulder and black t-shirt. You ran your hand through your hair to move it letting it fall naturally around your face. 'You did well gettin that USB. Didn't even realise you managed to get it.' Feeling a blush creep up your body you looked away 'yeah, I don't really remember getting it. That memory is a little fuzzy, guy proper twatted me. Then hitting my head on the desk. Christ.' He shifted on the bench slightly 'how is your head?' He asked cocking his head slightly.
'Been better. But it will heal, I'm all good. I'm more concerned about this' you gestured to your nose. 'It's been so swollen I can't fully tell if it's broken or not.'