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Let There Be Light - Chapter Twenty One

The plane ride back home was a long and exhausting one. Soap and Gaz wouldn’t stop mimicking the sounds you had made in the hotel room at the Gala. Your face burned bright red, and it wasn’t until Ghost had threatened their lives that they actually shut the fuck up. Deep down, it made you laugh that everyone was so fond of it, Price especially. His words on the way back from Mexico still played in your mind over and over.

Price was like the father or even the uncle figure to everyone and you often wondered if he had someone back home waiting for him. You always hated that question since you were a lone wolf, and although most days you enjoyed it, some days were harder than others.

The plane finally landed after what seemed like an eternity and the pilot helped load up everyone’s bags into the back of the Jeep. Everyone gets in and Ghost sits in the back with you and Gaz. Like always, you were always in the middle, but this time you didn’t mind. Ghost stretched out his left arm and placed it on the back of the seat, allowing you to rest your head onto him. The plane ride made you sleepy, even if you did take a few naps on the way back.

His arm pulls you closer to him and you listen to his faint heartbeat, your favorite sound. No one said anything on the way home, probably for the fact that Ghost was being serious on the plane. You couldn’t deny it either, it was getting annoying and played out.

The Jeep pulled into the driveway at the house, and you had never been so happy to see this place – shit, everyone felt that way. Price slammed the Jeep into park, not waiting any longer than to be in the comfort of his own home. You get out, following Ghost to grab your bags.

“I’ll get them. You go inside,” he tells you. You ignore him and reach for your bag. He jerks it back and gives you a stern look. You roll your eyes in a playful way and head towards the house.

“She’s perfect for you LT” you heard Soap tell Ghost and a smile formed on your face. When you walked into the house, you were greeted by Laswell.

“This seems to be your usual way of greeting us huh? Breaking and entering”. You had a playful tone in your voice, but deep down you were aggravated. Mainly from lack of sleep and every time you were in this woman’s presence, some kind of shit was going down.

She puts her head down and chuckles, “Well considering I paid for this house, I think I will come and go as I please”. You nod your head back and forth. Touche. “Well, what do I owe the pleasure?” your sarcasm coming out.

“Take a seat on the couch. I’ll get the rest of the guys”. Her tone was stern and to the point. One thing about Laswell, she wasn’t one to sit and chit chat. Her time was precious, and she did not like for it to be wasted. Although, she was probably a sloppy drunk. She exists out of the house, and you could hear Price and her talking. Her whole demeanor had changed, and you knew that something was either up with them two or they definitely had a past.

You head downstairs to the bar to pour yourself a quick drink and then head back up but were greeted with Soap at the top of the stairs. “You selfish bitch” he says with a shitfaced grin. You look at him and them at your glass. “Snooze you lose fucker”. He pokes his finger at your ribs as he passes by you and you slap him in the back of the head, both of you laughing.

Ghost watches you as you come from the doorway and enter the living room. He isn’t in his usual chair, but on the couch waiting on you. You walk over to him and sit down. His arm wraps around you and he places a soft kiss on the top of your head through his mask. A warm smile forms on your face as you take a sip of Whiskey.

Everyone else soon fills the living room and waits for Laswell. Looking around, everyone had the same look, exhaustion and annoyance. Laswell is the last to come in and eyes you and Ghost before taking her usual spot – beside Price.

“I hope everyone had a great time in Paris because our next mission is in Las Vegas”. Laswell was cut off from Soap yelling out, “The city of sin baby!”. Laswell just rolls her eyes and Price cuts Soap a look to knock it off.

“Yes Soap, thank you for that unneeded input. Harley, good job on getting Michael in your good graces and also getting your hands dirty with accessing his laptop”. You were a bit taken aback by her compliment because as far as you knew, Laswell couldn’t stand you.

“Thank you, Laswell,” you replied to her.

She nods her head at you, “I’m glad to see you’re not so uptight and were able to relieve some well needed…stress”. You look at her confused as you watch a grin form on her face. Your eyes dart from hers to Price who is chuckling to himself. It wasn’t until you felt Ghost tap your arm twice that you realized what she meant.

Your face flushed. “Ho-how did you know?”

“Harley, there isn’t anything that doesn’t go on that I don’t know about with 141” she pauses studying your face and loving every minute of it. “I hear everything”. She enunciated ‘hear’ and you knew exactly what she was referring to. You shut your eyes hard and take in a deep breath.

“Nothing to be ashamed about. From someone who has worked with 141 for a long time, you both crossed paths for a reason and I personally feel that you are both good for each other.” You were taken aback from her words considering how rude she had been towards you. You felt Ghost pull you closer into him and kiss the top of your head again.

“Now” Laswell continued “Our next mission is in Vegas, and this is not going to be a masked Gala.” Your eyes grew wide. “Harley, do you have anything in mind for this?”

“Uhhh, yeah. I don’t go” you say sarcastically. You get up from the couch and are standing in front of everyone. “How the fuck do you expect me to walk in there with everyone knowing my face? I cant just be the only one who shows up with a mask and then asked to take it off and be like ‘surprise its me! Remember!”. You started pacing back and forth and the faster you paced, the faster your words came out.

Ghost grabbed your hand and held you there, stopping your pacing. “I need some air”. You jerk your hand away from him and dart towards the front door, slamming it on your way out. You take a seat on the steps and let your head fall into your hands. How the fuck were you going to do this one? And who’s to say shit wont go south. The air around you felt thick and hard to breathe and your chest was starting to become tight.

You heard the door open behind you, but you didn’t care enough to look back. The person took a seat beside you, and you continued to have your head in your hands – mind wondering.

You felt a hand on your back and immediately knew who it was. “If you don’t want to go through with it, just say it. Your life isn’t worth taking a risk for.” Your head shot up. Not Ghost. You had never seen this side of Price and would have never guessed him to be a soft person, but you could say the same thing about Ghost.

“I-its not that I don’t want to do it” you pause as it was getting harder to breathe. Anxiety setting in. “What if they recognize me? What if shit goes south and I’m taken hostage. What if the same people that were there when my parents were killed are there? Wha-“. You were cut off.

Price interrupts you and brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, “All I’m hearing is a bunch of ‘what ifs’. The Reaper I know isn’t afraid of anything. In fact, they should fear her”. A soft smile formed on his face, “I know one thing Harley” he says as he removes his hand and stares out in front of him, breaking eye contact, “Ghost will not let anything happen to you. And neither will I”. You jerked your head towards him with that last sentence.

You look at him with childlike eyes and wait for him to speak. “We all care about you here, even if we didn’t get off to a good start at first”. Price chuckles and you let out a snort. You go to stand up and Price gets to his feet first, stretching out a hand to help you. You take it and once you are on your feet, you wrap your arms around his neck tightly to hug him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you there.

Your body shakes as tears stream down your face. Yes, Ghost made you feel loved, but Price reminded you of your father and this was a hug you had been longing for. The door to the house opens and Ghost fills up the doorway. Price shakes his head at him to reassure him that everything is fine, you just needed to vent. Ghost nods his head in approval and walks back into the house.

You finally remove yourself from Price’s arms and wipe your face before looking up at him. “Thank you” you sniffle out.

“No need to thank me darling. Were all family here and when you mess with one, you mess with all”. He gives a small hit to your shoulder, and you let out a small laugh. You turn and head back into the house, feeling everyone looking at you. You don’t go back into the living room, but instead, head upstairs to the bedroom. You needed some time to think.

The bedroom was dark, and you didn’t bother to turn the light on, wanting to keep it dark. You head into the bathroom and turn the shower on, knowing this is where you think best. You take your clothes off and step into the steamy mist – the hot water flowing over your body. Thoughts invaded your mind with different ways you could go about this, but each one had the same ending. You getting caught.

You let the water run over your face thinking that this was a way for you to wash away your thoughts and start a new one. Without your mask, you had a target on your back, but what if you could disguise yourself in your own mask? The more the water poured over you, the calmer you were becoming and thinking of ways on how to do this was becoming easier.

You turn the water off and step out of the shower. After drying off, you head over to the closet and grab one of Ghosts t shirts and a pair of his boxers and slip them on and then head downstairs. Chatter could be heard as you came down the stairs and it stopped once you reached the bottom and started heading towards everyone. All eyes were on you and before anyone could say anything, you spoke, “I have a plan that I think might work.”

“Wait, so your going through with it?” Soap asks concerned. Ghost looked at you with a confused look on his face.

“Yes. Laswell, can I talk with you?” Before she could speak, you cut her off, “Privately”. Laswell nods her head in approval. You turn and head back towards the front door with Laswell behind you. You both step out onto the front porch and when you reach for the handle to shut it, you see Ghost staring at you just like he always has. You give a warm smile and then close the door.

"I might have to confess some dark fantasies too if it's gonna be used against me."

Well, what are you waiting for? Let's hear them.

I won't tell you all of them in one posts ;-P Though that brings up the question of which one I choose, hm...

Maybe this one.

Before I ever had a hypnokink, I had fantasies about being kidnapped, tied up, thrown into the trunk of a car or a van and driven off to be sold or kept by my kidnappers. Nowadays those fantasies tend to have hypnokink elements in it.

When my kidnappers come to snatch me away, they put me under and melt my mind, so I'm nice and compliant as they tie me up and take me away. As I'm tied up, I can't stop them from brainwashing me further, putting hedphones on my head, forcing me to watch spirals while they transport me. So, when they take me out, I'm already so mindfucked, they can enjoy their new blank toy as much as they want. Eventually they brainwash me to think this is all just some elaborate hypnosis and I'm still safe at home, imagining all this.

Until I'm so lost that I don't know what is real and what is hypnosis anymore. Maybe someone is just weaving an elaborate hypnotic trance in my dms... or maybe I'm really a kidnapped brainwashed plaything, captured and conditioned. ~

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