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The operation went south fast. Ghost sat next to you bleeding out, the wound had been a fluke. The Russian they were going after had been tipped off. Lemon sat next to the masked man that she had the honour of calling a team mate, her futile attempts to stop the gash from bleeding out seemed useless. The bullet had passed his shoulder. It wasn't a graze as such, as the piece of metal passed him it had nicked a rather main vein that was being downright stubborn. The vessel refused to clot. His only chance of survival was fleeting before him.
"Hang on. Please" her voice betraying her towards the end breaking with emotion.
"Lemon common you need to go. They'll be back soon."
His pale hand wrapped around her blood soaked wrists urging her to leave.
"No, common lt. We're getting outta here together no matter what happens" Her bloody hands trying to secure the crimson bandage to his figure.
Hoisting his almost limp body from the pool of red, the concrete floors grey showing just how much blood he'd lost. Dragging his now unresponsive body out of the war zone was straining her own body. The muscles in her arms aching, bruises blossoming from the small army of men they had fought prior. Unfortunately comms had been scrambled, whoever tipped the Russians that they'd planned the attack knew who they were dealing with.
Ghost had awoken in a rather comfortable bed. White linen stained with dried blood. A figure sat next to him in a plush leather chair. Her face was covered by pitch black hair that curled towards the ends, cheeks dusted with a light pink hue. His attempt to get up silently failed rather miserably.
"Get back down Ghost" her voice recognisable to him. Lemon. She'd undoubtedly saved his life back there. The memory of bleeding out on that rooftop still fresh in his mind, he would've died rather content to say the least. Some would say Ghost and Lemon shared some rather similar tributes. Those being not many knew what they looked like or hell much about them in general.
The authority in her voice stopped him from complaining.
"How? Where" his mouth dry feeling dry from passing out earlier resulting in his words sounding scratchy.
"We're safe for now. Currently your sat in my bed, due me some new bedding LT. I dragged you outta there and got to the only safe place I could think of. Pulled a few strings and got us a plane back to the UK. Plus it's fucking difficult to get 3 pints of blood" Her voice was calm enough to settle his nerves.
"Thank you Lemon, seriously I owe you more than new bedding"
Her brown eyes softened at his gratitude.
After enough rest he was back on his feet. The mask he loved so fondly was still securely positioned on his face. He was grateful that she hadn't taken his balaclava off, although she had definitely stripped him of his clothes while he'd been unconscious. It was understandable considering he'd been soaked in his own blood. They'd both discussed the fact that the team had been betrayed somehow. Both unaware if the rest of their makeshift family had made it out alive. The touchy subject of accepting the potential loss of the others not being spoken about. She hadn't made any attempts to cover her own face which he'd been somewhat thankful for, it allowed his mind to become occupied on studying her face when she'd fell asleep or when she wasn't looking. Better than thinking about the potential loss of Soap ir anyone within the squad.
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Both of them stood in the kitchen arguing about whether they should take action on the Russians or to wait until Ghost had fully recovered. His wound was still rather fresh.
"We need to wait until you're properly healed."
Her words were laced with venom. She didn't want him to be stupid enough to fight while he was actually ready. Not only could he make the wound worse but he would become a major liability.
"No. We need to find them. You can't say much considering I told you to leave me, you were given an order and you disobeyed me."
Her mouth fell agape at his choice of words. She'd saved his ungrateful ass.
"We are not going anywhere. I saved your shitty arse you ungrateful cunt!"
Her face twisted in anger as she'd taken the stride over to him and pointed her finger in his face to put across her point to the taller male. His taller stature was rather threatening and his clothes were standard due to the fact she had to go and buy him something that would actually fit. The tight fitting black t-shirt leaving very little to the imagination due to the fact she'd unknowingly bought the shirt a size too small. The armour he usually wore would normally hide his toned muscles from her eyes.
His hand tightly wrapped around her extended arm twisting her around, pinning her against the marble kitchen island. Blocking her between the counter and himself, Ghost pulled his balaclava from his face. The rage that ran through his body was undeniable. Not only because of her words but because of her audacity. How dare she tell him what to do. He ranked higher than her and for the moment in time was leading captain.
The stubble of a beard as well as white eyelashes caught her line of sight. She'd never seen the man she trusted with her life so dearly maskless. His identity usually hidden to her mind. The way his jaw was so effortlessly defined made her knees weaken slightly.
"You have no right to tell me what to do."
The rage that his voice was laced with almost frightened her. Almost. As much as it pained her to acknowledge the way his breath hit her face it made her legs clench. Begging for the need to be addressed. Ghost noticed rather fast as the faintest whine left the woman before him.
"Get on your knees. You need to be taught your place."
Her compliance was questionably fast. Her knees almost buckled at the command. Slender fingers made quick work of the buckle before her, the need to please the man in front of her submissive frame outweighed the embarrassment that settled somewhere in her mind. His hands bracing himself against the counter behind her as he watched her closely. His adam's apple bobbing up and down each time he swallowed thickly. The questionable situation escalating faster than he could ever have imagined.
Once his cock was freed from the black boxers he'd worn she set to work. Testing the waters slowly she licked the underside of his throbbing cock, skilled hands pumping the base whilst she wrapped her pink lips around the leaking head. The salty yet familiar taste of precum coated her tongue, giving a small moan at the taste causing the man above to jerk his hips forward. The intrusion of his cock hitting against her throat caused a gagging reflex, which in turn coaxed a groan out of the man. The small sound of satisfaction she so desperately wanted to hear again from the sturdy figure above. Hollowing her mouth as much as possible while relaxing her jaw and throat to accommodate the veiny cock, she started sucking him whilst working what she couldn't fit. Her pace unwavering throughout, that was until his groaning had become more recurring and his thrusts became erratic. Her other unoccupied hand going to stroke his balls pushed him over the edge. His cock situated deep into her mouth as he came. The salty white liquid coating her tongue as ropes of it kept coming. The lucid pot of her detaching her lips from his cock enough to make any man crumble. That's what he thought until she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out showing him the sticky liquid that lay there and swallowing with an exaggerated moan.
"Fuck lemon" his eyes rolling back into his head.