am i the only one who's about to explode by thinking of a bodyguard ghost??? like he's... extremely on another level please help me !! i actually hate this and might delete this pls forgive any mistakes ans typos it's 3am . i feel like i forgot some tws and tags but oh well idc
★ obv bodyguard!ghost + pwp + just unholy thoughts + descriptions of masturbating + very brief mention of idk just a heated argument + ghost is kinda voyeur here
You have no idea how the two of you ended up like this. You clearly remember that you were screaming at Ghost's face. The reason was something completely dumb...like, he probably insulted one of your friends and you just exploded. You've been feeling on the edge because of him for the last week now—you cannot even count the times that your hand, completely out of your control, has traveled down on your body once you were alone to touch yourself.
As you think of him.
That fucker.
Ghost can easily get under your skin without even trying, it's like a love-hate relationship. You've known him for many long years—he has always been right there, next to you whenever you turn your head around to see him. He's protected you, spoiled you maybe even more than your parents did. Well, there have also been countless times that he annoyed you so much that you just wanted to slap him across his face but you just let them pass. You're used to Ghost, and he's used to you.
You should be mad at him now, your body should be on fire just by how angry you're at him but... your hand keeps traveling down on your body. You get comfortable on your bed, letting your body meet with the soft mattress as your legs immediately spread apart as if on autopilot mode. One of your hands easily travels underneath your shirt to touch your perked nipples, your fingertips pinching them just to feel a bit more. Your other hand slips past your soaked panties, and you realize that you're embarrassingly wet—with every move of your fingers you can hear a slick sound that's faint, yet loud enough to echo in your empty room.
You throw your head back when your trembling fingers start to rub circles against your clit, gathering the wetness and spreading it all over to make it easier for you to move your fingers in circles. Your eyes are shut, and you feel yourself taking short and erratic breaths as your fingers keep rubbing circles. No matter how you do or what you do, the mere idea of being stretched by Ghost's cock just doesn't leave your mind. Your fingers don't feel thick enough, they don't reach the parts that you want them to reach—and that's getting frustrating. You're usually so careful about being quiet in order not to get caught, but the feeling is overwhelming; you think that you might cry. That's why a soft, yet a bit louder than ever whine falls from your lips. You don't think that it's dangerous because everyone except Ghost is outside, your parents work long hours and that's why Ghost has become a babysitter as well as a bodyguard—that's what he says, but you know that he's trying to annoy you.
Since you two have argued like fifteen minutes ago, and his mad and hoarse voice somehow made you wet, Ghost must be outside on the balcony. He's probably smoking.
Right?
You feel your bed being crushed down under someone else's weight, and you want to open your eyes but the scent is all too familiar. And you feel like you're about to explode from embarrassment. Ghost rests his hands on your bare thighs, his fingers grazing the soft skin with such gentleness that you struggle to hold back a whimper. It's a small touch— it's obvious that he's testing the waters first.
"You're making it hard to be around you," you hear him whispering, his voice is dangerously low. You finally decide to open your eyes, to see him without his damn mask and he's already looking up at you. However, he breaks the eye contact as soon as you look back at him—he's now looking at your thighs, his lips touch your inner thigh as he speaks. "But you're also making it hard not to be around you."
You can't believe he's admitting it.
"Please—Ghost, I—," you barely whisper, your voice is shaky as your fingertips burn to feel Ghost's soft hair. "I'm... I just," it's impossible for you to explain yourself, but then again you don't have to do it since everything's pretty clear. Ghost is breathing so heavily against the skin of your inner thigh, and he's not done—for fuck's sakez he's not even started yet. Ghost's hands skillfully reach down to your sides, and he drags you against him to make you feel just how much he wants you. You hear the sounds of fabric as your body is pulled down on the bed, you're almost at the edge of the bed now while Ghost is kneeling down in front of you. He doesn't speak for a while, and you feel yourself get even more stressed. It's obvious that he has no problems with what you've been doing, but damn it, say something.
"You're perfect," he hisses, he sounds almost out of breath as he whispers against your skin. You feel him pulling your panties up, letting the already soaked fabric cover your wet pussy again. "You're so perfect."
And that's probably all you need to hear, you're way too gone, too overwhelmed to care about the consequences. You can worry about them later, but you know that this is mutual, and he wants you as much as you want him. He kisses you, it's a gentle peck on the lips first. But then, he gets harder and harder, pushing you back against the bed and holding onto your hips tighter— and you realize that he's making you think about only how badly you want him inside you. The way his big, calloused hands are touching your bare thighs, the way his kisses are getting more and more intense... He's getting you to feel hot enough to make you melt in his presence.
"I was waiting for the fun part to come," he breathes out, "But you take damn too long."
There's a moment of silence.
"I can help you with that."
You make a sound like a whine, like a soft cry of pleasure—all of those anxious thoughts that say you've embarrassed yourself are gone in a minute. Your body aches, you can feel your heartbeat getting faster just by the thought of Ghost finally filling you up to the brim.
He leans in, his broad shoulders are enough to make you disappear under his body as he presses his lips against yours desperately. There's something almost feral in the way he kisses you, as if he's even more impatient than you are. As if he's been waiting for this to happen for a long time.
Ghost's breath grows more and more desperate as the two of you kiss; his tongue licking into your mouth as your teeth bite into his bottom lip, your bodies are pressed against each other as much as they can. The feeling of him rubbing circles against your clit through the fabric of your panties drives you crazy and you feel your breath being stolen from your lungs. You need to feel him, somehow; it doesn't matter if he pushes his fingers or decides that he can pound into you, you just need him. Not through the damn panties, you need to get rid of them.
He's kissing you fiercely now, his tongue tasting your lips and then sliding inside your mouth greedily. His hands are working on your trembling body, touching your pussy through the fabric; you feel like crying, he should take it off.
"This feels so good," Ghost says, his voice is deep and it feels like he's speaking in your head. "Doesn't it? Don't you think that I can do a better job of filling up that cunt?" Ghost asks, and you know that he's taunting you—but you can't stay under that now, can you?
"Take them off," you breathlessly whimper, it's something like both a beg and a demand—Ghost can take whatever suits him. "Please, just take them off."
Ghost lets out a groan, and it's clear that hearing what you just ask him to do is driving him insane. If he was desperate to kiss you before, he's desperate to make you bury your face into the damn pillow and pound into you until your pussy remembers the shape of his dick.
"You're so wet," he chuckles deep in his throat, staring down at you for a moment as if he's trying to gather himself before he gives you what you want.
"I should keep your panties with me, you know," he lets out a deep sigh as his fingers hook around your panties and pull them down slowly but surely. As he keeps talking to you, his voice lowers. "You're not the only desperate one here."
He finally pushes a finger in, letting your walls stretch slightly to the feeling of his thick index finger—but you still feel like that's not thick enough. You're greedy when it comes to him. Your moans turn into whines as he adds the second, and the thirs finger without any prior warning. He's moving his hand quite fast now, causing your legs to tremble as your fingers wrap around his thick biceps—all you can do is cry out, whines and whimpers and string of curses fall from your lips as Ghost toys with you. Your body tenses up when his hand starts to move a bit faster, his fingers curling inside you until he finds a spot that will have you begging for more. He succeeds, and it causes your walls to get tighter around his fingers.
"Do that again for me," he mumbles against your mouth, breathlessly. "Do that again for me when I'm inside you, baby."
"It would be such a disgrace if I never tried to make you feel good," he whispers. His breath is hot against your neck. "But look at you... what happened to that fierce girl? All I'm seeing is an obedient little girl, my sweet girl, who's already getting dumb without being filled up properly."
"Oh, I hate you," you reply, your voice is low and filled with desperation as you wet your lips with your tongue. The more Ghost makes you wait, the more you feel like crying.
"Of course, you do," he replies, his voice is full of sarcasm. "That's why you're dying to get your pussy filled by me, correct? You're lucky that you're not the only one who does this," as Ghost speaks, you feel him moving around—and soon after the sound of his belt coming undone is heard. He doesn't even bother to get rid of his clothes properly, he just pushes his trousers down before he pushes your shirt above just a bit to indicate that he wants you to take it off.
Who are you to say no?
Your trembling fingers grab the hem of your t-shirt and you take it off with one swift motion, letting the piece of clothing fall to the floor.
You're way beyond gone at this point, your mind is empty, so no words come out from your mouth. You feel Ghost pulling you closer to himself on the bed. He's resting his knees on the edge of the bed as leverage while holding you by your thighs and making you spread your legs as much as you can. He's always wanted to touch you, fill you up, and the way you're looking at him through your heavy-lidded eyes is making it even harder for him to resist you.
"You know," he murmurs, "I would imagine us all over the place— my room, the backseat of cars or a damn parking lot, some closet, bending you over any surface that I find as soon as we step back in the house." His voice is thick with lust, it's like he's ready to devour you, consume you until there's nothing left of you. "I imagined you in my lap, your legs open for me, and..."
Ghost doesn't finish his sentence and instead, he finally gives you what you've been craving all along. He's big and thick, and the moment you feel the tip of his cock pushing inside you let out a soft yelp—Ghost is slow until he's fully in you, and just as you think that he'll give you some time to adjust to his size, he mercilessly thrusting. Sharp and powerful, almost abusing your cunt as his big hands spread your pussy even more just for his hungry gaze.
"I always felt like I was going to explode." You can hear him grunting, letting out low and deep sounds of pleasure as he mercilessly fucks into you. Your body moves up and down on the bed, putting on a show for Ghost that'll just drive him insane with how you look. He leans in, and his tongue licks hot stripes all over your chest before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicks around it, his teeth gently and teasingly bite into it just to see your reaction. Every time you're slightly overwhelmed and sensitive, your walls clamp around his cock, making Ghost let out a string of curses as his grip on you tightens more and more.
He wraps his arms around your waist, gently rolling over to let you lie on top of him—his body presses into the mattress. You find yourself sitting on top of his body, his arms wrapped around you and his face in between your breasts. "Ride me," he whispers. "I wanna come inside you like this," and he's so, so cruel—how can he talk to you like that when he knows you're so, so, so sensitive. You whine, your arms tightly wrap around his neck as you start to do as you're told; but you're so close, so, so, so close that your movements become sloppier and messier.
"Can't," you gulp. "I can't, Ghost—," your words are breathless and low, your vision is blurry as you come all over his cock without even having the chance of letting him know. But that's Ghost, and Ghost knows you very well. He knows you better than you know yourself. "Yes, sweetheart," he whispers against your chest. "Go ahead, show me how you do it. I promise I'll make you feel even better than this."
as the last addition to 141, you've earned yourself a spot in the team. however, your latest undercover mission seems like it'll test your patience as well as your feelings that are buried deep down. in short; ghost and you are assigned on an undercover mission in which you have to act as a married couple.
part one.
★ reader's nickname is vexen and it's mostly used, fake marriage trope, slowburn, flirty and teasing ghost!
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Vexen.
You remember the name vaguely whispered in your ear, yet you cannot remember who did it or when it was done; all you have as a memory is the way it sounded.
Like a secret.
From the moment you joined the army, this was the name that you've been called, and from time to time, it made you forget your own name. Still, it somehow gave a sense of belonging to you; having no family or friends behind, you've always worked for an untouchable place in the military. The particular dislike towards women in the military has been something that you've experienced very frequently, that's why you felt like you have to earn your place to never be disrespected again. Your relentless pursuit of this status paid off well in the end; you're known as the best choice to send on undercover missions out there. You've moved back and forth between countless military bases; you've made yourself smaller, bigger- you shaped yourself in every possible way to just fit in quite right, and you successfully managed to do so. Your journey felt like it'd never end, it consumed you both mentally and physically. Having your teammates brutally tortured, even killed, right in front of your eyes, and knowing that you're actually forced to stay quiet for the sake of the mission stripped you out from any possible emotion that a human could feel. You've grown to be a cold-blooded, ruthless person yourself. That is, of course, what captains who seek a reliable soldier look for first- well, not all of them... but most of them have this as a priority.
All your biased, maybe forcefully shaped prejudices against the higher-ups in the military have been your fuel all this time. Every step you took, every move you made... you wanted to climb all those stairs to the top to show those stuck-up men how it's supposed to be done.
Yet, the founder of the special task force 141, Captain Price, was the one who made you give another chance to yourself; all you know has always been shaping yourself, altering yourself suitably to the situations and the missions. Yet, Captain Price and 141 helped you to see that you don't have to be someone else all the time. You've had an identity of your own buried for such a long time that it took some time to bring it out from the depths of your unconscious, yet they helped you through it with all their sincerity-filled efforts.
You met Captain Price approximately four years ago during one of your missions; you had to go undercover as the daughter of someone really important- you can't even remember the man right now, and Captain Price was on a mission himself. He had his own ways to deal with stuff which made him disliked by many, but the moment you've seen him handle it much better than your past superiors, you've made up your mind to work with him, regardless of what it could take.
To your luck, your wishes didn't go unheard by whoever or whatever is responsible for weaving the strings of your fate. You've crossed paths with Captain Price again, and you've had the chance to prove your worth- being a man who has his own rules, Captain Price literally grabbed you and stole you away from your previous team. The paperwork and the endless efforts of convincing the higher-ups were a hell of a ride, yet Captain Price successfully had his way with every single one of them and made you a permanent member of 141.
Other members were Gaz, Soap, and Ghost-all of them had unique and particular characteristics, and it took you quite some time to get used to them. Yet they also tried their best because you had been fought for by the Captain himself... How could they do anything funny when it was made obvious that you held great significance?
Of course, they had their doubts about you when you joined them on a mission for the first time. It seemed simple: get in, get what you need, leave. Captain Price asked for your opinion specifically, and you thought it would be risky to openly steal. You could've stolen it secretly, so why go through all that bother? You thought Gaz would be the perfect choice as your partner since he could remain calm and cold. You hacked into the system of the company you needed to infiltrate and made two fake worker ID cards for both Gaz and yourself. You two went in as workers, obtained what you needed, and left.
To say the least, everyone was impressed-Soap was very vocal about his admiration for your meticulous style in undercover missions. For the first time, you felt like you had accomplished something valuable, and that's why you became attached to 141 in an almost obsessive way. After that, 141 didn't receive many undercover missions, but going on different types of missions made you learn a lot.
You step into the conference room with a bunch of files in your arms, blocking your vision, and you let them sit on the desk with a thud. Everyone lifts their heads up at the sound, then goes back to their paperwork with the same bored expression on their faces. You know that none of them likes paperwork; Ghost might not be reading them at all. So you try your best not to joke about the state they're currently in, but what can you do? You love annoying them.
"Such hardworking gentlemen," you say as you seat yourself on one of the chairs placed around the big desk. Soap lets out a breathy laugh. "I'd love to say the same thing about you."
"I am hardworking! Don't be mean," your fingers quickly move over the files, and as you quickly read the brief information on the cover, you start to categorize them: new recruit files, mission files, and so on. "You're just jealous because you can't read as fast as me. That's why it takes you guys too long to finish those damned papers."
"You seem very willing to show us how fast you can read, Vexen," Gaz speaks up and gently pushes a paper to your side. You look at it from the corner of your eye. "Typical permission paper. It outlines what the cooperating party will cover in the event of a potential hazard, as well as our duties and responsibilities. You signed five similar documents like this last week, don't you remember? Just sign it and move on to the next. It's for the procedure."
"That's Vexen for you-she never ceases to surprise," Soap comments, and Gaz laughs lowly. As you hand him the paper back, Gaz quickly signs it and moves on to the next paper.
Out of the three, Ghost is the quietest today. He seems really intrigued by the file he's reading, and you cannot help but feel curious. He doesn't even lift his head up; he just keeps reading it with utmost attention. You decide not to intervene and busy yourself with the files you have. But the curiosity slowly eats at you. Ghost rarely seems interested in any of the files he's given, so that's a first.
"I'll bring everyone coffee," you murmur under your breath, but the room is so silent that it can be easily heard. As you push the chair back and get up, Ghost does the same. "I will help you," he simply states and walks to the door. You're glad that he is coming with you, as you have the opportunity to ask him about the files. As the two of you make your way to the kitchen area, you decide to finally break the silence.
"I think you've got something really interesting in your hands, Lieutenant," you say with a slight smile. "May I ask what the files contain?"
Ghost looks at you from the corner of his eye, and you wonder what expression he's wearing under that mask of his. You can feel his intense gaze as he rests against the counter. As you pour the coffee into the cups, you start to feel a bit impatient, hoping for an answer.
"Well, if it isn't Vexen asking me for some classified information," he says, leaning more against the counter. "I'd love to tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. And I'm not sure I'm ready to part with that pretty face just yet."
He effortlessly grabs two cups, making them look small in his large hands. For a moment, you find it amusing and want to laugh. Your gaze lingers on his bare arms, appreciating the tattoos he rarely shows. Whenever you get the chance to study his features, you never waste it. His eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint, clearly visible to you.
"But I can assure you, Vexen, it's a mission that requires a lot of... acting," he continues, emphasizing the word. You let out a soft, breathy laugh, realizing he's proving you wrong with his high spirits. You had assumed he felt intrigued yet irritated, but his playful banter means there might be good news. At least, you hope so.
"You could've just told me what it was instead of making me wonder more and more," you say as you take two cups and turn around to face him. Ghost's figure is well-sculpted, with broad shoulders and thick biceps. Even in his uniform, you can easily make out the outline of his strong physique.
You both remain in the kitchen, waiting for him to share what he knows. You search Ghost's eyes for any hint of a feeling beyond mischief and interest, but he's skilled at hiding his true emotions, and you can't decipher anything more.
"Where's the fun in that? I enjoy seeing you wonder and squirm," he teases, his voice low and husky. Well, what can you say? It took a lot of time for Ghost to trust you, but once he did, you two became known for your playful bickering. "Plus, it's more exciting this way, isn't it? Keeps you on your toes."
"You're not funny, Lieutenant. I can just run back to the meeting room and see the files myself."
He scoffs, as if to challenge you, but both of you know that you won't do it, especially with two cups of coffee in your hands.
"Well, if you really must know," he continues, his tone becoming more serious. "We're going undercover as a married couple."
A married couple.
For a mission.
A married couple?
You initially brush off his words as a joke, laughing it off from deep within your chest, not believing a word he says. But Ghost doesn't join in the laughter, and his stiffened posture makes it clear that he's serious.
"Oh," you murmur, completely surprised now. "You're not joking. You're being dead serious," you whisper to yourself, and Ghost doesn't hold back from confirming it.
"Congratulations on your amazing discovery, Vexen."
"Shut up," you scold him, your voice void of anger, just pure astonishment. "That's a first. Isn't it normal for me to react this way?"
"But why? You've gone on undercover missions your whole life. Why is this so hard to believe?"
"Because I've never had to pretend to be married before," you explain, furrowing your eyebrows slightly. "You seem like you've had your fair share of marriages."
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ghost responds, genuinely intrigued by the mission. You can't help but feel slightly irritated by his nonchalant attitude towards the situation. How can he remain so calm and not freak out right now? A marriage? Sharing a home, possibly even a bed...
"I actually don't, really," you say, turning on the heels of your boots. "The coffee's getting cold. Let's head back."
You don't continue the conversation, choosing to remain silent. Usually, you're good at multitasking, keeping your thoughts from tangling too much, but on this occasion, you fail to do so. Your mind is a mess, flooded with countless possible and impossible scenarios.
Perhaps getting on each other's throats would be the best outcome... but then again, what would be the worst?
Your head spins, getting dizzy from overthinking it all. Without uttering another word or glancing at Ghost, you make your way to the meeting room and hand the cups to Gaz and Soap. Ghost follows behind, placing the cup of coffee in front of you along with the mission file, without saying a word. You accept it, as silent as him, and begin to read it carefully.
Ashbourne Family, no kids. They've been married for eight years, and they tried to adopt a baby boy once but then decided not to proceed with the adoption. Yara Ashbourne is 35 years old, while her husband Ruben Ashbourne is 37. They met in college and married two years after their graduation. Ruben Ashbourne started working for AmmoWare first, and later his wife was interviewed for a position in the company. She began working there almost nine months after her husband.
It is believed that they are entrusted with highly important intelligence, but they are also aware of potential threats and therefore live in complete seclusion from their environment. Although they are a social couple, they only spend time with their colleagues.
Approaching them, gaining their trust, and infiltrating the company are crucial objectives in this mission. Your priority is to gather all the possible intelligence listed below...
The file is so thick that you suddenly feel threatened. Since they have been chosen by the company, they probably know that someone might come for this intelligence. Gaining their trust will be difficult, especially because they only socialize with their colleagues. They previously attempted to adopt a boy, but later reversed their decision. What prompted this change? Did the company exert pressure on them? Or did they anticipate difficulties after eight years of marriage?
As if Ghost hasn't left you with enough questions, more doubts are added to the mix. Without lifting your head from the files, you reach for a pencil and a piece of paper to jot down every detail you deem important. Only when the weight of someone's intense gaze becomes overwhelming do you finally raise your head. Across the table, Ghost is already looking at you, his mask resting above his nose as he takes a sip from his coffee. He remains silent, merely observing you, and you do the same. Your eyes lock for a moment before you release a deep sigh of resignation and return to working on the file.
you're assigned to a mission that requires you to protect a famous club and casino owner in vegas. the very lucky guy who's chosen to be by your side during the mission is not anyone other than your beloved lieutenant ghost riley.
part one.
★ ; tags and tws will be updated!
You are standing at the edge of the world,
Or so you think.
The view is breathtakingly beautiful.
The sun sets slowly, painting the clear sky with pastel pink and lilac hues, making you inhale deeply. From your vantage point, you see a vast expanse of green, a secluded hidden paradise where the military base is located. It's ironic to call it a paradise since it's a military base, but the evening sky manages to deceive you. The change of air is refreshing, although not exactly what you need. You find a bench beneath a big, old tree and sit down as the gentle evening breeze brushes against your face. In moments like this, your uniform feels light, and your surroundings become surreal props.
The weight of the past few days bears down on you, clouding your thoughts and actions. It has been tough, perhaps the toughest it can be. Being selected for a mission after only nine months in the military fills you with insecurity. Furthermore, one of your comrades suffered a severe injury during their first mission, adding to your mixed feelings about the upcoming mission. Will your mission end the same way? Why did it take so long to assign you to a mission? You've been on countless smaller missions before, but this one is different.
You will be accompanying Lieutenant Ghost from Task Force 141, and that alone fills you with worry and insecurity. He's the best, at least in your opinion. He is a true man of duty and a natural, and you've heard countless stories about him and how he completely changes when in action. You are not one to shy away from a challenge, but you know that eventually you may become a burden to him if the mission drags on. With years of experience, Ghost operates on a different level.
That's precisely why you admire him so much, and your admiration is no secret. Your train of thought comes crashing down when the scent of cologne, a sophisticated blend of musk and damp earth, fills your lungs. Without opening your eyes, you can feel someone sitting next to you.
"Good evening, Lieutenant," you mumble, keeping your eyes closed and your head thrown back as you breathe in his scent. There's a hint of cigarette in the air too. "Evening, kiddo," he replies, his familiar tone filling you with warmth. When you finally open your eyes, his intense gaze is already fixed upon you. "I'm sorry about your friend," he says, and you realize how difficult it is to talk about someone you know you'll lose no matter what. No words come out, and all you can do is give him a gentle nod. "Things happen," you finally find the strength to say. "It could happen to any of us. I'm sure everyone considered the risks before joining the military."
Ghost is taken aback by your cold-blooded response; it seems he wasn't expecting that. But then again, he had no idea what to expect from you either. His mind was torn when he went out for a smoke, and the moment his eyes laid on you, his legs moved on their own.
"That's right," he says, and you catch a glimpse of an almost imperceptible smile on Ghost's lips. He adjusts his balaclava slightly to place the cigarette between his lips. Your gaze lingers, and Ghost can feel the tingling sensation it leaves behind. He lights up the cigarette and turns to look at you, as if searching your face for something, yet all he sees is an exhausted yet lovely face. "I assume you're informed about the upcoming mission, hm?"
He takes a long drag from his cigarette, and the evening breeze carries the smoke away.
"Actually, no," you simply reply. "I was with Captain Price earlier, but he didn't provide any details. All I know is that I'll be accompanying you."
"That's bad. I'm not very good at explaining things."
"Yeah," you smile softly, catching a glimpse of Ghost's barely visible smile. "Captain Price told me that."
"What else did he say?" Ghost asks, getting into a more comfortable position on the bench. He spreads his legs, rests his back against the bench, and throws his head back, mimicking your posture.
"Not much, really. He told me to discuss any other topics or details with you—and he warned me about asking too many questions. I assume you particularly dislike answering a lot of questions, Lieutenant?"
"Damn right," his voice is hoarse, with a soft laugh laced within. "I know you won't cause any problems, but know that I hate hearing questions."
"Yeah, understood."
Ghost remains silent for a while as he smokes his cigarette, lost in thought. You don't say a word because he seems like he wants to say something. You give him the time he needs, allowing yourself to relax in the comfortable silence. After some time, Ghost finally speaks up, his words mingling with the smoke from his cigarette.
"We'll be traveling to Vegas. We have to babysit a grown-ass man—fucking ridiculous, I know. He's a club and casino owner in Vegas, quite an important guy. You and I are assigned to ensure his safety for the following week. He'll be attending meetings and parties, or something like that—I don't remember the exact details. We'll be there to eliminate any threats or whatever. That's all you need to know about the mission, kiddo. Any questions?"
Any questions? You can't help but let out a little laugh as you shake your head. He's different, you have to give him that. "No, sir. Thank you," you simply say, feeling slightly disheartened about this babysitting assignment. But on the other hand, you'll be traveling to Vegas… with Ghost. You release a troubled sigh as you take a final drag from your own cigarette, the bitter taste of smoke lingering as you exhale.
"Be ready at 6 sharp tomorrow. If you're even a minute late, figure out a way to meet me in Vegas on your own."
Oh boy, he's serious. You've witnessed Ghost ruthlessly deal with undisciplined soldiers countless times. That's definitely an experience you'd rather avoid, so you quickly nod. "Of course," you reply in a low tone. "I'll be there at 6, sharp."
Ghost smiles, not exactly a smile, but you can see his upper lip slightly curling upwards—and that's more than enough for you. He finishes his cigarette, says nothing else, and gets up from the bench. He gives you a small nod as he pulls down his mask before leaving. His footsteps fill the silent, chilly night. The sun has set, and the sky has transformed into a darker shade of blue while you've unknowingly spent hours with him.
Ghost hates questions, that's a fact. But as he leaves, he leaves you with so many of them that your mind becomes chaotic. A whole week in Vegas with him? Your mind is torn apart by anticipation, excitement, and the fear of uncertainty.
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