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Best friends. Practically joined at the hip ever since they'd enlisted.

They shared a deep rooted connection, understanding eachother without needing explanation. It was always them. Y/n and Ghost, never one without the other.

Everyone said they'd likely end up together. They were blind to it. They were Sargeants at the time. The time he'd fucked it all up, and blamed her for leaving. All he'd been, all he had and was, left with her. Leaving him, ironically, as a mere Ghost.

A few years passed. The unspoken hatred between them palpable whenever they looked at the other. She'd been assigned to Task Force 141.

She was a Sniper, a damn good one, a Lieutenant Colonel.

She stares through the scope, studying her target, Soap held lookout as Ghost was inside getting intel with Price.

she took a deep, steadying breath as her fingers graze the trigger, unbeknownst to the creeping figure behind her, Soap tried warning her over the comms just to remember she gave him hers, he groaned, he checked through the scope of his rifle, there'd been another figure, though this one was familiar.

Ghost tackled the enemy and eliminated him as y/n took out the final few enemies on the enemy base with her sniper rifle, completely clueless to the scene behind her, she got up, just to be tugged by her bicep.

"Jesus Y/n you can atleast fucking have some spacial awareness" Ghost scolded. "you'd have been killed." his hand roughly cupped her face, forcing her eyes on his.

"i bet you didn't even see me and Price evac, do you focus?" he spoke further, she sighed.

"I suppose i owe you thanks." she tried pulling away, but he tugged her closer.

"Luv. That's not how this works. You can't just brush it off." He snarled, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her face.

"Oh and like you'd know anything about apologising." she frowned, an annoyed scowl on her face.

He gave an annoyed yet amused scoff, his eyes gazing away before locking onto hers again, there was a quiet moment where they just stared into each other's eyes.

"let me go." she spoke finally.

His eyes narrowed, "you're a real piece of work, luv.' he grumbled, "someone's gotta take this attitude away someday, it'll get ya in trouble." he leaned closer, she glanced into his eyes, she was vulnerable to him. No matter how much of a front she put up, acting like she hated him, she'd never stopped loving her best friend.

He slowly pushed up his balaclava, the hem rested on the bridge of his nose. "Look at me." he asked in a soft, low tone that unfortunately never failed to send a shiver down her spine.

"No." she stated.

He sighed in frustration before slamming his lips into hers for a bruising kiss. She didn't back away. Her hands tangled in his hair, he pulled away and pulled the balaclava back on to cover his whole face.

He stared into her eyes, she didn't know what he was thinking.

"Get your shit, we're headin' back to base." he left her.

She sighed. Typical.

She got her gear and walked down the hill. she got into the SUV, she sat behind Price, who was driving. Ghost was in the passenger seat, staring at her every once in a while through the rearview mirror. She glanced out the window.

The tension was palpable as always.

Soap sighed and started up some conversation with Gaz and Roach. The drive was long and boring, she fell asleep.

she woke up in her bed, in her pajamas, having no recollection of getting there or dressed.

she then locked eyes with Simon, leaning against her wall on his back as his arms crossed over his chest. A scoff leaving her lips. "un-fucking-believable. who do you think you are?" she stated, her eyes narrowed.

he sighed, "Nothin' i haven't seen before darlin'. Besides, you were totally knocked." he leaned off the wall and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"You're insane." she stated.

He huffed a laugh, "yeah, right" he looked at her with an annoyed expression, "do remind me, what'd i do to deserve this hateful woman?"

""you're a selfish prick," she started,

He chuckled, "go on, luv.' he leaned his back onto the mattress, looking up at her ceiling.

"you fucked me up when we were rookies and tried convincing me it was for the best. i had to learn to put in my own stitches because of you, snd let's not forget the emotional torment of your bullying." she frowned.

he sighed, "hmm yeah. i remember... though, luv, i think it's obvious I'm not him anymore, I've been tryin' to win ya back for years now. When am I getting my forgiveness?" he stared up at her.

"you want forgiveness?" she asked in disbelief. she thought it over, she was being a bit unreasonable, it'd been years after all. she sighed, "if i do, you expect us to just be fine?"

he chuckled, "nevermind, i knew ya wouldn't be convinced." he got inbetween her legs, "let me help with that hm?" he waited for her.

Please y/n. Give me something, anything, a yes, a scoff a nod, this has been fucking torture for years.

"okay.." she said softly.

he grinned sinisterly, "Oh darlin'" he shook his head and kissed down her thighs, he pulled off her shorts and panties in a firm tug.

He sat back on his knees on the bed, looking down at her exposed skin, his hands clenched and released, trying to calm his aching, throbbing cock grinding against the material of his shorts. he took a deep breath, his head tilting to the side, his finger ran through her slick folds, gathering her excitement and licking his fingers, he groaned.

I'll do anything, everything she needs. I'll worship this little tight body until it can't anymore. I just need her to ask, to say yes, anything. I won't push her, but fuck she tastes like heaven.

He slipped a digit into her, his other hand coming up to rub her clit, his thumb manipulating the sensitive bundle of nerves.

he was feasting on her reactions, her writhing, her eyes forcing not to roll back as he added another digit. "Y/n. you're close. i know it's overwhelming but i need you to focus on my fingers curling in this tight cunt okay?" he said lowly as he kissed her softly, pushing her over the edge.

fuck. fuckin hell. she's gonna snap off my fingers. God that'll feel good hugging my cock. he groaned. she smelled like vanilla and sin. he couldn't get enough.

"you did well luv. look at this mess you've made" he held up his fingers, before sucking them clean, he groaned. "you're gonna make me lose my damn mind." he shut his eyes to regain his composure.

he leaned in and captured her lips in his, roughly nipping her lower lip, his tongue soothing it as it slips further into her mouth.

he tugged down his shorts and underwear and his erection practically bounced out in relief, he ran his blunt head through her slick folds, gathering the bit of her release left, he teased her entrance.

"i need you to say yes, luv.' he whispered against her ear. after earning a nod, he slowly pushed into her, earning a whimper, "shhh baby, i got you, just relax" he kissed her temple.

he pushed in to the hilt and studied her expression, she bit her lip in arousal, he smiled, happy she wasn't hurt. he started rocking his hips, burying himself in her.

Gods. This is so much better than I expected. Jesus. Fuck. Keep it in Simon, can't go splurting in her just from some friction like a damn teenage bastard.

he took a steady breath and rubbed her clit with his thumb as he rammed into her.

she was a total mess. his creation. his masterpiece.

im gonna ruin her. completely corrupt that gorgeous, gorgeous fuckin mind so she'll never even touch another man without aching for my cock. he blinked, snap out of it Simon what's wrong with ya

he scoffed and kissed her, "you're doing so well, my little beauty." he nipped her lip softly, she gasped.

"im starting to think you like it more when i touch you here" his hand went up and started rubbing her folds, making her see stars as he continued to ram into her.

she reached her climax, trembling and shuttering, he kissed down her face and neck soothingly, "it's okay luv, relax and let me handle it." he rode her through her high, he groaned as he reached his own and filled her with his release, he pants softly, kissing her before pulling away to look down at her.

Fuck. What have I done? I've fucked it up. I took advantage, God i need to leave, i need to run.

he grunts and abruptly got up and got dressed, not bothering to look back at her, he knew she'd be upset, upset he'd fucked up their friendship again.

she was upset he was leaving her, she felt like a used and discarded whore. she waits for him to look at her, give her a form of explanation, a glance, a sorry, anything, which inevitably never came as he shut the door behind him quickly.

She sighed, Typical.

she blinked and stared at the tousled bedding, she layed back and frustratedly pulled the cover over her head.

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