Ms. Wretched ~ CODxFem Reader

~Chapter 12~

"You have a husband?" He sounded disappointed. "Where is the ring?"

"In cleaning." I make responses quickly. So I've gotten good at lying. "Him and his two bodyguards," I told him. For the next 15 minutes, we talked about the Gala, the military, and our hobbies before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Mrs. Carras, I found you." A thick Scottish accent was behind me. Fuck. I turned to see Soap In his suit and a mask, concealing his face.

"Carras?" The man looked shocked. I sighed and stood up, taking my hair down out of the hate and letting it fall.

"Y/N Carras, at your service." I held my hand out but he didn't shake it. His eyes held... fear.

"Ah. I'll see you later then." He turned toward the bar as I walked out with Soap holding my arm.

"What the fuck were you thinking lass?" he asked as we walked.

"I can't stay with Ghost," I say.

"Fucking suck it up." He breathed under his mask. He was pissed. And I knew I'd be in a lot of trouble too. Once we got to the room, Soap pushed me in where I was met with Ghost standing there.

"Where the fuck did you go?"

"Out."

"You were supposed to stay here." His voice was deep but serious.

"I couldn't stand your snoring."

"This isn't bloody funny. You could've been killed."

"I was fine."

"You were alone."

"I was with someone." His demeanor changed.

"Who?"

"Some guy. I was fine. And if not you know I can kick someone's ass." He walked to his phone and started tapping rapidly before putting it up to his ear. "Soap? Was Y/N with someone when you found her?... She was? What did he look like?... Mask? Oh shut up." He hung up and walked back over to me.

"What?"

"He was German?"

"Yeah?"

"You are fucked." Ghost had his eyes wide, darting from my left to my right. He walked back to the bed and just sat down.

"Ok." I sat on the floor and got on my laptop, looking at some random things. I got a text from my mom and I responded to her. She wasn't supposed to text me because of my dad but she did it anyway. We texted for a little before she had to go so I bid her farewell and got back to my work. I started a new language. Arabic. As I learned that, I felt breathing on my shoulder. I turned to see Ghost watching me from over my shoulder.

"FUCK!" I yelled, almost socking him in the face. "A little warning?"

"How's it feel?"

"What?"

"Not knowing where I was."

"I did know."

"Then why'd you get scared?" He had a point. "That's what I bloody thought. Tell me next time." He backed away and turned on the TV to some random shows. I just went back to my YouTube videos watching whatever popped up. A few hours later, Price entered.

"Alright, all I came to say is," He turned to me. "Do NOT do some stupid shit like that again. You could've jeprodized the mission. And you guys have a bedtime. Now. Get good sleep." Price slammed the door on the way out. I sighed and walked to my side of the bed, placing my bag on top and pulling out my sleeping clothes.

"What?" Ghost looked at me funny.

"You're wearing that?"

"Yeah. Why?" It was volleyball shorts and a spaghetti strap top.

"Nothing." He held his hand up to wave me off. I went to the bathroom and changed out of my clothes. When I came back out, Ghost had done the same.

Black wife beater, basketball shorts, with a half mask. I could see his hair. Blonde. He had pretty hair. I walked over and took a pillow from the other side of the bed.

"And what the hell are you doing?"

"Sleeping on the floor." I said, adjusting the pillow.

"Why?"

"I'm not sleeping with you in the bed."

"Then don't. I'll sleep on the floor."

"No. I'm already here. You've already tainted the bed."

"Tainted? What the fuck does the mean?"

"You know exactly what it means." I stood up and walked to the closet to get the extra comforter.

"I don't like your fucking answer." Ghost was right behind me. He grabbed my wrist and threw me onto the bed. I may be strong but he is much stronger.

"What the fuck?!" I scream trying to get up but he pins my arms above my head.

"Let me show you some fucking manners, Ms. Wretched."

I'm fucked.