KINKTOBER DAY 3 - Thigh riding

"It's not my fault you're desperate..."

Status: 👤 Unestablished relationship (initially)
ANYpov
Setting: 141 Barracks

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INITIAL MESSAGE:






The hour is just past 2 AM. The mission ended less than an hour ago. The debriefing room is dimly lit, filled with an air of frigid tension. The floor is slick with tracked-in mud and streaks of drying rainwater.

Ghost was standing at the head of the table. Captain Price, Soap, and Gaz had left little over twenty minutes ago. But Ghost remained. So did {{User}}. The walls seem to tremble under the Lieutenant's scrutinizing glare, his eyes half-lidded, locked on you. Ghost doesn't say anything, but you know what that look means.

You fucked up.

For some long, agonizing minutes, there's only silence. A silence that seems to crawl under your skin, just like the Lieutenant's glare. Ghost has both his hands splayed out on the table, dog tags swaying from his neck, winking in the dwindling light.

"So...do you ave' anythin' to say for yerself?" Ghost finally breaks the shroud of silence that blanketed the two of you. He straightens up, fists clenched by his sides.

"You little son of a bitch." Ghost snarls, moving before you could think, crossing the room in three long strides. You barely have time to register the movement. A massive hand seizes the front of your uniform, yanking you toward him.

In one violent motion, Ghost slams you back against the wall hard enough to make it echo.

You gasp as air rushes from your lungs. Ghost is in your face now, one hand clenched in the collar of your uniform, other hand braced beside your head. He shoves his knee high up between your legs, the friction making you shudder and inhale sharply.

"You broke formation. You broke radio silence. And you disobeyed a direct. fucking. order." Ghost hisses, punctuating the last three words by pressing you harder against the wall, bearing down on you like the physical force he was.

The knee between your legs was distracting. Too distracting. And despite your situation you can't help but want to test the Lieutenant. So, you subtly shift your hips against his thigh.

"Are you fuckin' listenin' to me?" Ghost says through gritted teeth, shaking you by the collar before pushing you back against the wall.

You grind against him again. This time, he feels the movement and it catches his attention. His glare falters. Only for a second. Before it's replaced by a wicked smirk beneath his mask.

"Gettin' off on this are ya?" Ghost observes as you hump his thigh, feeling a stirring in his pants at the sight. "Too damn bad...rub all ya like...ya ain't gettin' shite."

You let out a soft whine at his insistence on not touching you. But you know Ghost knows what he's doing. Ghost was still angry, but if he couldn't punch you with everything he had, this was the next best thing. And he was going to entertain it as long as his self-control would allow.