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You were huffing, walking back to the safe house. Blood was dripping down both sides of your temple and at some point, your nose was bleeding profusely. Your legs felt like jelly, and all you wanted to do was go to bed.
This was one of the hardest missions you had been on in a while. The number of people you killed were too many to count, as well as the number of injuries you had collected over the course of what felt like years, when in reality, it was only a few days.
Keeping close behind you was one of the most insufferable and loud men you had ever come across. Everyone called him Ghost, however, you preferred to never even address him. He was your one and only partner for this mission, and boy, was it as awful as you thought it would be. Sure, he was extremely attractive and was amazing at everything he did, but that made him so much more annoying to you.
“Are you hurt?” He yelled in his raspy, all too British voice.
Why does he care? That pig.
You don’t answer as you unlock the door to the safe house, well, as you try. Your fingers were shaking, and you felt like a total moron after trying to just put the key into the lock. You were starting to be noticeably frustrated when all of the sudden, Ghost’s large arms wrap around your torso, one resting on your shivering waist, the other your hand. He bends down and whispers in your ear,
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“I said, are you hurt?” His voice sends shivers down your spine, and as much as you hated to admit, you loved his voice. He slowly unlocked the door with ease and kicked the door open with his giant, muddy combat boots. You didn’t move, you just stared at the open-door entry and whispered, “No. Just a little bloody but nothing a shower won’t fix.” You turned around to look at him, his hand shifting away from your waist, and you almost grabbed his hand to keep it there.
What am I thinking? I need sleep.
“I’m fine.” You repeated quietly. He just huffed in response and pushed you backwards into the house by the shoulders.
He started walking towards the kitchen, but you grabbed one of his arms reluctantly.
“What about you? Did you get injured?” You said, staring into his cold eyes. You didn’t know why you even cared, but the thought of your only partner on this mission getting hurt made you uneasy.
He didn’t answer for a long time, just stared at you, his breathing heavy and you could see his chest rising and falling through the thick layers of this camouflage armor.
“No. Just tired.” He gruffly responded. You nodded and went to go see the bedrooms.
Or should I say, room. Singular. The safe house only had one bed, and as soon as you saw it you gasped so loud, Ghost came running down the hall, expecting to find a dead body.
“What? What is it?” He turned the corner into the room where you were to find that there was only one queen bed. The two of you just stood there staring at it. “This is ridiculous! Why would they only have one bed in this huge house?", you yelled. Opening your mouth again, you whispered angrily, “I’ll sleep on the floor. There's enough blankets in this house to make a whole separate bed.” Ghost started to counter you, but you interrupted, “Don’t argue, I'm gonna go take a shower. You can take one in the guest bathroom.”
You started to walk into the bathroom when he briskly walked in front of it, blocking you.
“Your back is going to hurt, and I don’t want to have to hear you complain any more than I already do. I’ll sleep on the floor.” You tried to push past him, but his hands alone were stronger than your whole body, there was no point. He put his large hands on your shoulders and massaged them a little, leaving you surprised as he walked out of the bedroom, taking a towel with him.
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As you exited the bathroom, your hair washed and clothed in fresh pajamas, you were shocked to see that the lights were already turned off, and it was extremely hard for you to see. Plus, you didn’t have your glasses on, so you were a walking hazard. You tried to take as small steps as you could, but all the sudden you stepped on something hard and alive.
Ghost growled and sat up as you tripped over him. You started laughing, “Ghost, I’m sorry, I honestly thought you were kidding about the whole floor thing.” You crawled on your hands and knees, feeling your way around until your hands landed on his thigh. He exhaled loudly and abruptly grabbed you by the hips and turned you over on your back, so he was hovering over you. Breathing heavily, he whispered, “Watch where your hands are going.” You started giggling again, in total shock that he was caging you in with his bare torso and biceps, the only thing on his body being that stupid balaclava and grey sweatpants.
“I don’t have my glasses on, I can’t see! I swear.”
He sighed and dug his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your midsection. Your hands traveled up and down his spine, as if you had always done this around him. It felt so natural, for both of you.
So, there you were, laying tangled up in each other on a makeshift bed on the floor, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.