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summary: ghost has to train recruits and his girlfriend just so happens to be one of them.

paring: ghost x f!reader

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: heyy! just wanted to thank everyone who voted on my poll🥰🥰hopefully you like what i came up with and plz let me know what you think! (lol ik this would def not happpen irl, but no matter)

warnings: very slight smut?

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Happy Training

It was a beautiful spring morning. A little humid, but the slight breeze made it tolerable, mainly since the training you were having to do would occur outside. There was nothing like having to wake up at the crack of dawn to some training.

The demo was going to be taught by some highly skilled special operations team members, so it was a big deal and no surprise that when you walked in, you saw numerous hopeful recruits fill the outside space you were placed in.

You made your way to a metal bench beside a blonde guy who looked relatively young. "Hi," you kindly smiled. "Is the Seat taken?" you questioned. He shook his head. "Go ahead, sweetheart," he said as you gave him a light smile.

You made light conversation with the blonde man, who you learned was named Sam. His voice was evidently full of nerves, but you couldn't blame him. You were a little nervous yourself, not because you thought you weren't capable of the tasks that would be put forward, but because you didn't know what to expect from the instructors coming.

"Do you know anything about the instructors?" He timidly asked. You shook your head. "No idea." You continued. "But I'm sure they aren't as bad as you think." You assured him. He gave an uneasy smile in return.

As the clock ticked and ticked closer to 6:30, you could feel the nerves build. It didn't help that Sam filled your head with negative thoughts about what these instructors would be like.

Once the clock struck 6:30, you heard the big door you came in through open. "Gather round, " You heard the familiar gruff voice yell, causing you to glance over at Sam, whose eyes were wide.

"Don't have all day now." The voice said as no one moved. You and Sam made your way over to the huddle in the back. You could barely see, but nothing could hide the commanding voice the man held.

"I'm Captain Price, and this is my team," he said, as he pointed to each member, saying their names: Sargent Mactavish, Sargent Garrick, and Lutenient Riley.

"Shit." You whispered.

"What's that?" Captain Price questioned with a raised brow. No one dared to answer. He nodded. "Right. Well, let's get to work."

He made everyone stand in a line and filed the recruits out to one of his team members.

You cursed in your head as the line got shorter and shorter until only you and Sam remained.

"Well," Captain Price raised his brows as he glanced at Ghost. "Um... go ahead then." He gestured towards Ghost, and the corner of his lip lifted at the situation.

Ghost's eyes followed yours as you walked over to him. You looked up at him. "Lutentinet Riley." You greeted as you stuck your hand out. He looked at it and finally grasped it with his own.

It was an unusual situation you found yourself in. Your boyfriend was on one of the world's most elite counter-terrorism task forces, and you had to be trained by him.

He let go, and you shuffled behind another recruit. Captain Price instructed Sam to head over to Ghost as well.

Sam headed straight your way after shaking Ghost's hand, an action that he didn't miss.

Captain Price dismissed everyone for doing their respective tasks, so Ghost took the recruits, including you, to an empty space.

"Doin' some physical training first." He gruffly states. "Partner up." He commands. Everyone slowly moves around to find someone to partner with.

"Shouldn't be taking this long." He sighs. You locked eyes with Sam and walked over to him, past Ghost.

“Y/N.” You turned to Ghost. "You'll be with me." He finished, looking at Sam.

"I already have a partner." You plainly said.

"I wasn't asking." He snarled. You looked at Sam and gave him a reassuring smile before you turned to walk over to Ghost.

Ghost narrowed his eyes at Sam, and even though he wore his signature balaclava, Sam could feel the weight of Ghost's eyes on him, so much so it caused him to stare at the ground.

Ghost shifted his attention back to the rest of the recruits. "We'll be doin' a trust exercise." He looked around and saw the recruits sigh breaths of relief.

He casually turned around towards the walls closest to them and held a backpack. "This backpack is eighteen kg." He turned towards you. "Forty pounds to you, Americans." You raise your brow.

He turns back to the recruits. "You'll be wearing them and completing the course outside." He paused momentarily, "Blindfolded." He finished.

He watched as the recruit's eyes widened. "Grab a bag and meet me outside." He held the backpack in his hand as you followed him out.

"You know that guy?" He questioned as you walked outside with him. "Sam?" You breathed out as he slid the heavy backpack on your back, buckling it in the front.

"Mhm." He replied, making sure the backpack was tight enough. "No. Not really." He nodded. "Why?" You looked up at him. He shook his head. "No reason." He stepped away as the other recruits made their way out to the course area.

"You're goin' to rely on your teammates to go through this course." He gestured to a course full of high beams, mud, and a climbing rope.

He leaned back a little on his heels. "Who's startin'?" He looked around and heard not a peep.

He turned his head to you and nodded towards you. "Looks like you're the lucky one." You let out a breath and a nod.

He guides you to the starting point and puts the blindfold on your face. Although unprofessional, you let a quiet laugh slip.

"Cheeky one you are." He whispered so low only you could hear. He finished tying the blindfold and stepped away from you.

He begins giving you directions on how to tackle the course.

"Go left."

"Stop."

"Climb."

Short commands. Nothing was ever longer than three words, and you were doing quite well until it was in the middle of the course.

The portion where you have to wrap your arms and legs around the underside of a beam and make your way across a lake of deep, thick mud.

You couldn't get across it, even with the directions he was giving. He was getting frustrated, and you were getting angry that he was getting angry. He finally gave up.

"Dismissed." He said, crossing his arms.

You dropped yourself into the mud. "What?" You said, ripping off the blindfold.

"You are dismissed." He repeated.

You stared at him momentarily before pressing your hands into the mud to help you get your footing.

You finally stood up and walked towards the building's door, not sparing him a glance. You went to Captain Price and told him the situation, to which he gently squeezed your shoulder and told you to go home.

Once you made it home, you cleaned all the mud off yourself. Maybe you were being dramatic, but it truthfully felt like he had just given up on you.

After cleaning up, you lay in your comfortable bed, swallowed by your fresh sheets. You grabbed the book that had been haunting your nightstand these past few weeks and decided to read it. You needed to get your mind off of things. About thirty minutes into reading, you slowly dozed off the sleep.

You were startled awake from a nightmare. The book flew off the bed, causing you to groan. You sighed deeply and rubbed your eyes, casually looking at your alarm clock beside the bed—6:00 PM.

"Shit." You say as you stretch your arms over your head. You decide to slip out of bed and head downstairs.

You went downstairs and began to make a fresh cup of tea. While steeping the tea bag, you heard a knock on the door. You didn't contemplate who it was, you knew.

You walked over to the door, hand hovering over the handle for a moment before twisting it to be met with Ghost's face.

You both stood there momentarily before you stepped aside so he could come in. He pulled off his mask as he stepped inside.

"Tea?" You asked as he walked behind you.

"Uh..please." He said.

You made your way to the tea kettle, poured him a cup, and walked over to hand it to him.

"Look, I came to apologize." You nodded and gestured to the couch. "I shouldn't have lost my temper, especially with you." He took a sip of tea.

"Simon." You started. "I know you were just doing your job. I wasn't your girlfriend there; I was just another recruit." You took a sip of tea. "I admit I was angry at you, but then I reminded myself you were just doing your job."

"So, you're not mad at me?" He questioned, raising a brow.

"No, of course not." You set your tea on the coffee table beside you.

"Huh." He leaned back on the couch.

"What?" You questioned.

"Well, I had the whole thing planned." He continued. "So, you'd forgive me."

You pretend to think. "Well, maybe I'm still a little upset.."

He set his tea down and stood up, positioning himself between your legs before dropping to his knees before you. "What're you doing?" You question, with a laugh.

He leaned closer to you and began placing slow, deep kisses up your calf to your thigh. "So, sex then?" You question as your hands find his hair.

"Makeup sex." He corrected while he gripped the bottoms of your pajama shorts. "Want me to show you the rest?" He looked up.

"Fuck yes." You moaned as he harshly connected his lips with your inner thigh.

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