imagining laying on your shared bed, just staring at your phone, and ghost walks in. he was purposefully trying to be loud just so that you'd notice him, but it wasn't working, seeing as though you were more interested in whatever video was playing on your screen.
“hello? i’m home. welcome me, woman.”
he jumps on the bed, trying further to get your attention and starts slyly sliding your shirt up your back, revealing soft skin.
“simon, quit it,” you start to banter, but once he places his lips on your back, you can’t say no. his open mouth gently sucks on your skin, nipping every so often but then kissing where he left marks. you could feel his freezing metal dog tags draping across your skin as his mouth rose and fell over you. you whimpered slightly at the frigid feeling, making him perk up.
"cold, yeah?" you turned around to lay on your back and face him, his hands sliding from off your butt to the front of your thigh as you moved. you were trying to look annoyed at the smirk on his face, but truthfully, it was something you wanted to take a billion pictures of.
you nodded, and watched as he took his dog tags between his fingers and huffed hot air on them, exhaling on the metal and fogging up the reflection while maintaining deep eye contact with you. he stamped it on your skin again, "better?" ghost whispered, his voice getting deeper, raspier, with every word he spoke.
nodding once more, you closed your eyes at the feeling of his now hot jewelry on your skin before he grabbed your waist with both hands, making you feel tiny. ghost started exhaling deeply onto your bare skin, all over you stomach and roaming all the way to both sides of your midsection, even down to your hips. his breathes were so deep it almost left condensation on your freezing skin, his tongue lazily swirling around every inch of you before kissing it gently.
"I take it you didn't use the medicine when you were supposed to," Soap said as you stumbled into the kitchen, crooked sunglasses sitting on your nose and a large water bottle placed in your sweaty hands.
You were in too much pain to even talk, but there was always room for sarcasm. "What gave it away?" You taunted back, restlessly pulling a chair out from under one of the tables and cringing as the metal screeched across the floor, hurting your already sore eardrums even more.
"You've got to take it at some point, that stuff was bloody expensive."
Price was in the middle of a sports section in his week-old newspaper when he decided it was a good time to rile you up even more. He didn't even have to look up to know that your eyebrows were furrowing so hard they were bound to fall off.
You cleared your throat and took a sip of your ice-cold water before speaking, "Yeah well, I just don't like shots. And that needle is huge, mind you. I'll be fine, I'm sure there'll be a worse one in the future." Price and Soap continued to grunt, along with Gaz as he clicked his tongue at your comment and continued to scroll on his phone.
Ghost walked in a few minutes later and he noticed two things upon entry: your head being on the table, and the epi-pen looking drug sticking out from your bag. He was stealthy without trying, and even though everyone else noticed when he arrived, you didn't.
He knew exactly what was happening, and he was tired of all your excuses, so Ghost did what he did best.
A sneak attack.
He signaled to the rest of the guys what he was about to do and didn't start until he received nods of confirmation. Everyone was on the same page. A few more steps, and Ghost was right behind the chair you were sitting in, sleeping in. He grabbed the injection as Price and Gaz slowly stood up and started walking towards you. Soap took the long way after taking a huge gulp of coffee and making his way to the corner behind Ghost, in case you tried to run.
With the medicine in hand, Ghost got down on his knees to the side of you, so he was on your level. One of his hands moved carefully to rest on the small of your back, and the other on your thigh. As you started to stir awake from the contact, that's when he made his main move.
"Now!" Soap shouted from behind the two of you, and Ghost abruptly grabbed your hips and pulled you on top of his lap to where he was sitting on the marble floor. You finally woke up as you fell on top of him. "Wait, wait wait wait no-" You tried to counter, but it was no use. With one hand, Ghost grabbed both of yours and pulled them behind your back so you couldn't fight back. At the same time, he snapped his fingers and signaled to Gaz to pull up your shorts leg and hold your thigh.
It seemed like only a few seconds to them, but years for you. You tried to not make noises, afraid that Ghost and the others would end up teasing you for the rest of your life. Once he uncapped the pen, he tightened his grip on both of your hands and injected the medicine right in the middle of where Gaz was holding your skin, a perfect bullseye.
A few tears ended up slipping out down your cheeks, just a few, and they dried up for the most part after you felt Ghost's hand squeeze your thigh, "Good girl, you got it," he whispered as he stood up, helping you as well.
His hand rested on your back as he guided you to a chair and placed a band aid on your fresh puncture. "All better."
heyyy! i love ur writingg sm I recently discovered ur blog - (I also love ur biooooo!), I had this idea and I thought I would share it w you!
imagine reader is simon’s wife/fiancé and a medic, and like an old married couple, reader tells Simon off in front of the rest of the 141 and he’s like lost for words 😭😭 that’s all, I just wanna hear your thoughts hahah! much love 💕
aww thanks so much anon! you're very sweet :3 hopefully this was what you wanted! sometimes i get requests and just run with it...lol enjoy!
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"You seriously should not have done that, Ghost. What were you thinking out there?" You shouted as you walked into the shared kitchenette. You were following Ghost and trying to keep up with his large strides, but you were not even close to catching up.
"I was being careful, Y/N, but even if I wasn't, that's what I signed up for when I took this job." He slammed his handgun on the table and started ripping off his vest and gear in an inpatient manner. You were too distracted to notice that the rest of the troop was also in the kitchen, eating quietly as you entertained them with your bickering.
"Look, I'm just trying to make sure you know you don't have to-" You paused, "risk your life all the time." You were making a cup of coffee as Ghost caged you in from behind, pressing his chest against your back and kissed the side of you neck carefully, slowly. All you heard was the clearing of throats, most likely coming from Soap, and the heartbeat steadily thumping from Ghost's chest.
"Don't worry about me so much, Miss Medic." He started walking away as you slammed your mug down on the counter, "Well, you can't just tell me to not worry about you! For goodness' sake, I would've killed myself if you'd died." Tears were starting to brim at your waterline, and they would've poured if Captain Price hadn't abruptly stood up, "Simon, a word?"
Ghost rolled his eyes, reluctantly following Price like a little kid getting in trouble. All you saw was the two of them walk into Price's office and the door shutting behind them.
You turned back around to mix sugar into your now-cold coffee. "Don't worry about it too much, miss." Soap said as you sniffled, "As brilliant as the man is, he doesn't think he's worthy of being looked after."
Soap got up from his seat, folding the newspaper he was reading, and walked over to you. Putting his hand on your shoulder, " 'Ts not his fault though." He patted a few times before sliding the newspaper underneath your coffee mug, letting the spilled coffee soak through the material.
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"Simon, you have to remember why that woman does what she does. It's not 'cause she needs you to be unwounded for insurance reasons, it's not like she needs you alive to stay hired. That woman loves you," Price said, pointing at the door signaling he meant you, the said woman standing in the kitchen.
Ghost sat down in a chair, leaning his elbow on an armrest and leaning his head on his hand.
He sighed aggressively, "I know." He rubbed his face with a gloved hand before he repeated, "I know, Price."
"Well then, do something 'bout it!"
Ghost looked Price in the eyes for a good minute before nodding slightly and standing up from his seat and opening the door to the kitchen. Price sneaked out from behind him, leaving the kitchen after whispering, "There's some paperwork that's calling me." Simon smirked knowing good and well that every paper he'd need was in the room they were just in, but quietly watched as Price walked off into a different room entirely.
You sat at the table, with your cup of coffee and blank eyes staring into space. Ghost stared back at you, hoping some satellite would signal to your brain that he was sorry, that he really did love how you needed him, but staring alone wasn't going to get through to you; he was going to have to speak.
He sat down in the chair across from you, the metal screeching at his size, his knees slightly bumping the table and making your coffee ripple.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. You finally looked up at him, resting your head in your palm. He loved the way your cheek looked smushed against your hand, the way your eyes looked at him when you wanted to say something but didn't know exactly what.
"It's okay. I was probably being a bit overprotective. Over someone that doesn't really need it." You said, gently placing your foot on top of his giant boot underneath the table.
He smiled at the action and started slowly bouncing his foot up and down, moving yours on top of his. "Who said I don't need it? I get into trouble all the time, you know that."
Chuckling at the thought, you said, "You're reckless," underneath your breath. He noticed, however, "So bloody reckless," he repeated as he stood up from his seat and circled the table around to you.
Ghost towered over you, and as you stood up, he still was over a foot taller than you. His chest was at your eye level, and he loved the way your chin upturned in order to look at him properly. Sometimes he'd pick up your jaw for you and hold it in place with his giant hand.
"You forgive me?" He said, leaning down to your face.
"Of course." You stepped a little closer, slightly teasing him by pushing your body against his.
His finger met your jaw, tracing the soft outline of it, while staring dead at your mouth, "Good." Ghost started to lean into you even more and put his lips on yours until the door opened, "WAHOOO THEY MADE UP! GAZ GET IN HERE NOW." Soap exclaimed at the sight of you and Ghost in close proximity, the way you should be. You heard Gaz running down the hallway, his dog tags rattling against each other before he slid on his toes into the room. He slammed a hand on Soap's chest, "See, I told you they'd be fine. They're practically already married anyways; nothing could break the old geezers."
Simon "Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader
narrative: warming up with Simon after a freezing mission
tags: warm bathes, making out, soft!simon
cw: mentions of nudity (nonsexual), mentions of injury, suggestiveness.
The snow kept coming down harder and harder as the minutes passed, and you kept close behind Simon as you struggled to walk through the snow.
"You keepin' up, Y/N?" He yells over the loud winds. You give him a thumbs up as he turns around to check on you.
Neither of you were wearing the designated winter attire, seeing as the blizzard wasn't expected. You were wearing large cargo pants, with a matching sweatshirt and puffer vest. The tank top underneath was also helping to keep some of your body heat regulated, but all you really wanted was to get inside.
The nearest safe house was about to come into view, and you started walking a little faster as you began to see the log cabin roof poking out behind the tall snowcapped pine trees.
Simon's boots stepped onto the wooden porch, shaking off the snow as he walked. The front door creaked open, and you sighed in relief as you felt the warm air coming from inside.
"After you, m'lady," his gruff voice invited you in while holding the screen door open. You stepped inside, immediately taking off your boots that were soaked from all the melted snow. Simon came in after you, closing the door behind you.
"Take those wet clothes off and go get in the bath."
Your cheeks reddened at his request. You knew it was only because he was looking out for you, but it was difficult for you to hide your feelings for him when he said things like that.
You started with your puffer vest, leaving it to dry on one of the kitchen chairs, then took your sweatshirt off, leaving you only in your cargo pants and tank top.
Simon looked up from trying to start a fire in the fireplace, and you saw his eyes locked on you. You walked over to get a towel from the dining table, cutting the distance shorter between you and Simon, who was crouched down on the floor.
"Your bloody skin, Y/N, it's so red," he jumped up from where he was and made his way over to you.
His hands shot up to your arms, wrapping perfectly around your bare biceps. He tried to warm you up by shifting his hands up and down your arm. You shivered as his heat met your cold skin, and you almost collapsed into him, not realizing how much the cold had affected you.
"Y/N? Are you alright?" His voice faded in and out as you fully melted into him. He quickly sprang into action, and picked you up, carrying you bridal-style into the bathroom, throwing the towel you were holding over his shoulder.
As he made his way into the master bathroom, he set your frail body in the bathtub, carefully removing the soaked clothes from your body. You were in and out of consciousness, raising your hand in protest every so often, trying to say you could do it yourself, but Simon refused.
He turned the warm water on, testing the temperature with his wrist to make sure it wasn't too hot. As you felt the water pour over your body, you slowly came to. Simon's hand was soft and gentle as he scooped the water over every part of you.
When you looked up, you saw that his mask and shirt had been removed.
"Simon?" You whispered, trying not to look down at your body out of embarrassment.
"A few more minutes and you would've gotten frostbite, love."
His eyes looked so caring, so gentle. He noticed your hesitancy, your flushed cheeks and darting eyes.
"You're alright, Y/N. Promise."
After a few more minutes of silent staring, taking turns looking at each other's exposed features, you stood out of the bath. Simon had already left the bathroom and was waiting in the master bedroom.
You traced over your skin, the parts that he had so gently cared for, as you wrapped a soft robe around you, tying the string in the front loosely.
Stepping out of the steaming bathroom, you found Simon asleep on the bed. He wasn't even under the covers, and his feet were hanging off the bed. You smiled to yourself as you took a step closer, now in between his knees. You bent down, slowly, and paused as your lips were a few inches above his. You hesitated, knowing that this wasn't smart. You had no idea how Simon felt about you, but after all that he did for you tonight, you wanted to take a risk.
You leaned down even lower, steadying yourself by putting a hand close to where his head was. Your lips carefully caressed his, slowly picking up his with your own.
Simon stirred, and you knew it when you felt his lips moving against yours. Both of your hands were now on the bed, caging him in. You were putting a lot of trust in the robe, but it didn't even cross you mind as you stepped up onto the bed, putting your knee in between his thighs. You heard him let out a slight groan, making you open your mouth to hear it again.
His hands slowly raised up to your hips, carefully grabbing onto your body and pulling it down towards his. It wasn't too long before he was fully awake, and he flipped you onto your back. His fingers traced your collarbone as you kissed him deeper.
You broke from the kiss slowly and looked up to see his eyes. They were wandering, all over you. Every inch of your face and body, his eyes were on.
He intertwined your fingers in his as he gently laid down on you, letting his weight completely relax on you. You traced your fingers along his spine, occasionally tracing circles on the back of his neck before continuing on the rest of his skin.
"Did I scare you?" You whispered to him.
He leaned up to look at you, propping his head on his hand.
"A little."
"Only a little?" You teased as your hand squeezed his shoulder.
Simon burrowed his head into your neck, almost embarrassed.
"More than that."
You smiled when you felt him smile onto your skin.
"I don't know what I would've done," he said softly. Maybe he didn't mean for you to hear him, or maybe he didn't even want to hear himself. Whatever he was thinking, you knew he truly cared about you.
absolutely need more of könig calling reader his woman if you ever get the chance 🥹 you make him so sweet when you write him, i absolutely love it!
coming right up, my love! this took a bit of a spicy, enemies to lovers turn, but konig can't go a minute without letting you know just who you are.
𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐮 - 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
"You're slouching, hasi," a deep voice rumbled through the doorway of the shooting range.
Konig was walking in, a few minutes later than your assigned meeting time, whilst loading brass bullets into his sniper rifle. "I told you not to start without me." He walked over to the small divider you were standing in and placed his hand on the small of your back, forcing you to straighten your posture.
"I just thought I'd get some practice in before you decided to start driving me up the wall," you said as you shot a blank into the center of the red and blue target, "It's 8 in the morning, don't you ever leave the sarcasm under the covers?"
Konig chuckled as you lowered your handheld pistol, and you swear you could see the glass next to you vibrating under the pressure. "You really want to talk like that when I'm holding a gun, meine frau?"
Your hand tightened in a fist, and you started to throw a hard punch directly onto his arm until his hand grabbed your wrist. You panted slightly from the adrenaline of almost hitting him, of his touch. "You'd be a fool to snipe someone right next to you when you could just snap their neck," you breathed out as Konig took a step closer to you. "I'm right here, y'know," you continued taunting as he stayed silent underneath that stupid mask. He released your wrist from his grasp and moved to rest his heavy hand on your hip gently, "Why waste the fun?"
You watched his eyes travel your face, your low-lidded eyes and the way your tongue slipped out every once in a while, to lick that one part of your lips. The hand you'd forgot about, the one directly on your hip, reminded you of just who you were talking to when it firmly squeezed your flesh through your cotton shorts.
Konig's head dipped to your level, at the perfect height for you to rip the fabric off his face and show him how much fun you were capable of giving.
"I love it when you talk like that," his whispered words made your cheeks erupt in heat, so much so that you were convinced he could feel it just by standing so close. "Meine Frau, meine frau," he muttered as he straightened his back to put his eye to the scope of his gun.
As he aimed, corrected his stance, and shot a perfect bullseye, without even looking at you, he said,
20.) hand massages - "let me practice on you please? i just need to make sure i'm good at it." *ends massage* "well? how was it?" *takes a deep, shaky breath* "you have to promise you'll only do that for me." Was already taken.
If not, could it possibly be a Simon Riley x fem reader (or gn) ?
He deserves so much affection…
If not, then thank you for reading. I hope you have an awesome day
Stay safe 🤍
hi! yes of course! another sweet nonnie also requested this specific scenario, but i wasn't sure how to put that on here. anyways, thank you for participating in my special!
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You walked down the dim-lit hall with wet boots clanking on the ground, lotion in one hand, and the other being bandaged and empty. Coming home from a mission was never easy, but this one in particular really made you question your entire career.
It was storming outside, and your head was killing you from all the guns that went off right next to you ear, but you knew someone else that was having a harder time than you.
Ghost never let things get to him, it took a lot to shake him up, but after tonight, you weren't sure if he'd ever be the same. There was a little boy, probably not much older than 5, who had died due to casualties, and those very same casualties would be the cause for Ghost's guilt for the rest of his life.
People died all the time, Ghost being the reason, but kids were different.
You took a deep breath, finally nearing the Lieutenants metal door and preparing yourself to hopefully make his night a little better.
What am I even doing here? There's nothing I could do that would help, you thought, wondering if you should just turn back around. You took a minute to observe your surroundings, the loud and shaky AC harmonizing with the rain pouring on the window at the opposite end of the hall, the few lightbulbs hanging only a few inches above your head, and the thunder that shook the entire base every few minutes, leaving you restless and yearning for someone to just be with.
Raising and clenching your fist, you hesitatingly knocked on the door, 3 times, just like you always did. It was quiet, but you hoped it was enough for him to hear.
Seconds went by, and your pride was already too deep in a ditch to knock again. You started to turn around and head back to your room when the door swung open.
You stopped in your tracks, abruptly turning to face him, the man who you had once been terrified of, but now see him as someone who's just sick of everything he has to do, but does it anyway.
"Y/N." His voice was deep, like fire crackling and splitting wood. It sounded the same as it always did, except for the slight turn his words took at the end of his sentences.
"Sir."
His eyes grazed over you, they looked tired and black around the edges, most likely due to the face paint he feverishly tried to rinse off.
"Do you need something?" He eyed the lotion sticking out of your pocket, resulting in you pulling your tank top over the edge of your pants to hide it.
"I was actually just coming by to make sure," You stopped for a second to scan over his face, "make sure you were alright."
Ghost stood there, leaning against the doorway and eyebrows furrowing so deeply, you could see it through the fabric of his mask. His hands were tight, muscles still tense from events that had happened hours ago.
"I'm alright," he started to close the door right in your face, but you placed your hand against it just in time. "Lieutenant." You were known as somewhat demanding, but always gentle simultaneously. Ghost was confused by it, and how your demeanor always contradicted itself, but it intrigued him nonetheless.
His eyes were drawn to your hand, veins popping out and knuckles turning white due to the amount of strength you were pushing against the door. Due to how hard you were trying to just be with him.
"Get in." He turned around and let you into his room, turning on the singular light as he walked past the switch. He took a seat on his cot, causing the metal springs to groan under his weight, and you pulled up a chair right across from him and sat down, scooting in slightly to be closer.
You bit down on your lip to conceal the smile you so badly wanted to show, but was scared Ghost would kick you out immediately.
"Hurry up and do what you came here to do." His knees were touching yours, but neither of you moved; you felt your stomach jump just at the feeling alone.
You held your hand out, signaling to him that you wanted to see his hand. He hesitated, his eyes shifting from your hand up to your eyes than back down again. Ghost finally caved, his hand outstretching onto yours, and letting the weight of it slowly relax.
"People say I'm really good at it," you paused to watch his eyes widen at the vague statement, "Hand massages, I mean." Your mouth stretched into a smile as you saw a tiny one show through his mask but quickly disappear.
"I'll be the judge of that." His words were quiet, seductively quiet.
You slowly removed the black, leather glove from his calloused hands, and through it over on the bed behind him. Uncapping the coconut scented lotion, you squeezed out a tiny bit on your middle finger before screwing the lid back on the placing it on the carpet below you.
Spreading the cream on his hands, you slowly worked with every one of his fingers, trying to ignore the pleased noises coming from Ghost's throat but never leaving his mouth. There was a particular spot on the webbing between his thumb and finger that made his eyes close in delight, and you pressed there for a little longer to relieve any tension he was holding.
It was all the guns he held, all the triggers he had to hover above for hours at a time before moving. All the salutes and punches he had to swing, it all piled up on his shoulders and the pressure worked its way down his arms and onto his poor hands. Hands that had held his dying family, dying dogs, dying boys. Hands that wiped blood off of himself, not all of it even being his own.
As you finished massaging both of his hands, and hearing him breathe deeply in and out, relishing in the soft scent that reminded him of you, you patted his palm to tell silently tell him you were finished.
"Well? How was it, Lieutenant?"
His eyes slowly opened again, pleased to see that you really were sitting in front of him, and it wasn't another dream.
"You have to promise me something," Ghost said, sliding his fingerless gloves back on and cracking his knuckles.
"What is it?"
He stood up, hovering almost 3 feet over where you sat and crossed his arms as he looked down at you. You tried to disregard taking in his body in its entirety, but your eyes found it hard to stay in one place.
Ghost finally broke the silence that felt like hours but somehow seconds at the same time, "You'll only do that for me."
You smiled, and nodded in fast agreement, you knew from the minute his eyes locked onto yours that he would be the only one you'd ever want to do anything for.
narrative: angry kissing with soap in an abandoned chapel
cw: angst because soap almost got hurt, suggestiveness
genre: tooth rotting fluff
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The thunder was deafening. You and Soap had run for miles in stormy weather, until you've finally came across an abandoned church on the side of the road.
You slammed the wooden door open and didn't even think to hold it open for your partner. He had almost gotten himself in big trouble, and you were mad at him for it. You knew it was stupid, but the last thing that you wanted was for Soap to die on your watch,
"I just can't talk to you right now." You said with a harsh tone.
"Why are you so upset-"
"Because you almost got yourself killed. And it was probably completely avoidable knowing you."
"Don't be like that." He stepped closer, his footsteps echoing throughout the chapel made you look up at the ceiling. Gorgeous chandeliers and paintings distracted you from everything else.
"Whoa."
Soap didn't take his eyes off you. He scanned the entirety of your body, almost pouting at the fact that you were at all disappointed with him. You started to point to a broken light fixture,
"Look at tha-"
He grabbed your face with both hands and put his mouth on yours. Your lips moved in sync, aggressively, almost like it was his punishment for getting hurt.
One of his hands moved down to wrap around your waist, then down again to rest on your hip, softly squeezing every so often.
He rested his forehead on yours as you raised your arms to his neck.
"I'm sorry." He breathed.
"I'm" *kiss* "sorry." *kiss*
He kissed you again, harder. You let out a gasp when his tongue slid against your teeth.
He broke from the kiss again, taking turns looking at your lips and then back at your eyes.
You whispered, "Don't get hurt please."
His face nuzzled into your neck, leaving a few pecks in his place.
"Don't you trust me?" He joked, and you playfully nudged his arm.
The rain sounded so nice in the big church, and you were so comfortable. Sure, Soap was stupid, but he knows what he's doing. Plus, so much more is at stake for him, now that he had you.
simon ghost riley x reader
fluff drabble, swimming w ghost ☁️🎀🧸
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You walked outside to the back porch that overlooked a huge lake. It reflected the full moon, the small waves pushed back and forth as the breeze blew your hair gently.
Looking down at the water, you saw someone swimming. You looked closer only to see Ghost, The Ghost swimming in a lake. Squinting your eyes and blinking as if he'll disappear in a second, you made your way down the wooden stairs to stand on the edge of the land, letting your toes soak in the water.
"What are you doing out here, Lieutenant?"
He saw you and smirked and dove under the water before he could answer. He came back up, running a hand through his soaked hair and said, "Couldn't sleep. Plus, it was bloody hot in there."
You took the time to watch his muscles as he swam through the water, his bare chest twitching with the paddles and his jawline clenching.
He noticed you staring and made a show of it. "Jump in." His face displaying all kinds of evil.
"What, no, why would I do that?"
"Cause I told y' to." He swam closer to you,
You looked around anxiously, carefully considering the consequences of jumping in. After thinking about it, you looked back at him, and started running. You let out a yelp as you jumped, and your body hit the freezing water. Ghost caught you in his arms as you landed and pressed your body against his.
You shivered while his arms squeezed you tightly, and your legs wrapped around his waist.
"I've never told you this, but I'm terrified of water." You whispered into his ear, holding his neck tighter.
It wasn't a lie, you truly did fear water, and more specifically drowning. Why you jumped in, no one knows. Ghost has that effect on people.
"Oh yeah?" He said, letting one arm drop from your body and making you squeal.
"I'm serious!" You screamed, squeezing his body with every ounce of strength," If you drop me, I will take you down with me when I drown."
He chuckled, a rare sound that echoed through your ears. "You won't drown, Y/N, not when you're holding on so tightly to the world's best swimmer."
You hit his chest, rolling your eyes as he wrapped both arms around your waist again. You looked around at the water as he swam slowly, shivering every so often. It signaled him to kiss your neck in attempts to warm you up, and it did.
He was a living heater, his adrenaline always being at the peak. Nothing could spook him, scare the warmth away.
Ghost swam back to the shore, still carrying you as he got out. Your clothes were soaked and clung to your body tightly. His eyes wandered as he held your body close to his, walking slowly on purpose to hold you for longer.
He set you down on the wooden porch, kissing the sliver of skin on your shoulder as you turned to walk inside, "Don't go freezin' on me, go take a shower."
You turned again to face him. His wet, toned body making you question everything you ever knew. His tired eyes were the most seductive thing about him, brown irises that you would drown in, and you wouldn't think twice.
"Goodnight, Lieutenant," was all you said in response, standing on your tippy toes to kiss his lips. His arms stayed to his side as if they were chained there, knowing if he touched you, he wouldn't be able to stop.
