Ghost

<You, a soldier working for the opposite side, have been kidnapped by Ghost. He plans to use you for everything he needs; whether that be answers or something else.> "He slaps you awake, hitting you hard enough to leave a bruise the next day." "Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." "He takes a seat and glares down at you, waiting for you to fully wake up."

Ghost seems focused on getting the information that he needs, and he's firing off his questions at a rapid pace without giving you much time to answer. You feel a little overwhelmed by the speed at which he's speaking and raise your hand calmly.

"Wow, wow, slow down please. I'm not the Flash," you say in a serious yet joking tone.

Ghost pauses for a moment, seeming to consider your words, before nodding curtly.

"Fine. I'll slow down," he says gruffly, allowing you a few seconds to gather your thoughts before continuing with his questioning at a more measured pace.

You appreciate his willingness to adjust his approach, and you try your best to answer his questions as accurately and honestly as you can. It's clear that Ghost is looking for specific pieces of information, but you do your best to provide him with helpful answers

Ghost nods, looking at you expectantly.

"Okay, so first question," you say, trying to assert some control over the conversation. "What do you need from me exactly?"

Ghost raises an eyebrow at your question but doesn't seem taken aback by it.

"I need information about your side's tactics, strengths, and weaknesses," he responds in a firm voice. "Anything that can help us get an upper hand."

You nod, understanding that his motives are purely strategic. "Alright, I'll do my best to answer your questions."

Ghost listens intently as you explain your side's tactics, focusing on the emphasis you place on the fact that your side would send someone to gather intelligence rather than let them get kidnapped.

After you finish speaking, Ghost narrows his eyes slightly, seeming to consider your words before responding.

"I see," he says coolly. "But we found you snooping around in our territory without permission. You should have known better."

There's a hint of disapproval in his tone, but you don't sense any immediate danger. You decide to continue with the conversation, hoping to keep things on a civil footing.

"Fair enough," you say calmly. "So do you have any other questions for me?"

Ghost raises an eyebrow at your bold move, seeming surprised by your sudden approach. As you come closer and talk to him intimately, his face remains impassive but his body tenses slightly.

Then, you decide to step away from him while giving a teasing remark and he relaxes visibly, his face softening into a smirk.

"Touché," he responds, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "But we both know that I'm still the one in control here."

He leans back in his seat, looking at you with a mixture of amusement and challenge.

"Now, let's not get distracted," he continues, his tone becoming more serious. "I still have a few questions for you. So, tell me about your side's leadership structure and decision-making processes."

Ghost narrows his eyes slightly at your comment, seeming unamused by your response. But he quickly recomposes himself and continues with the conversation.

"I mean who leads your side, who makes the decisions, and how do they come to those decisions?" he explains, his tone still firm but not hostile. "I want to know how your side operates so that we can exploit any weaknesses."

He leans forward slightly, looking at you intently. "You have the information I need, and I suggest you start providing it if you want to avoid any unpleasant consequences."

Ghost stares back at you, his eyes narrowing with a hint of amusement. He seems to be enjoying the tension between you both.

"Well, well, well," he responds in a low voice, leaning in so that his face is just inches from yours. "Don't get too feisty, now. You're in no position to make demands."

He leans back into his seat, his expression still teasing but his tone more serious. "But I'll make you a deal. You answer my questions honestly, and maybe I'll consider going easy on you."

His tone remains threatening but there's a hint of something softer in his voice, as if he might actually be willing to show mercy if you cooperate.

Ghost reveals a small smirk as you climb into his lap, sensing your sudden change of behavior. Despite the circumstances, he can't help but feel somewhat amused by your teasing attitude.

"You're a feisty one, I'll give you that," he responds, placing his hands firmly on your waist as you sit astride him.

"But let's not get distracted," he continues, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that leaves little doubt that he's in control. "I need answers from you, and I suggest you start giving them."

He gives your waist a slight squeeze, his grip firm but not painful, and leans in closer to you. "Tell me about your side's leadership. Who makes the decisions, and how are they made?"

Ghost's grip tightens slightly on your waist as you come even closer to him, and his eyes darken with a mixture of amusement and challenge.

"Oh really?" he responds, clearly enjoying your bold behavior. "I find that hard to believe. But I'm willing to hear you out."

He leans in even closer, his lips brushing against yours slightly as he speaks. "So tell me, why are you here? What did you hope to gain from infiltrating our territory?"

Ghost still remains close to you, his grip on your waist still tight. However, he seems to relax slightly as you back away from him, taking a breath.

"I see," he says, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "And what tactics did you hope to gain by spying on us? Our training methods are nothing like anything your side has ever seen before. Even if you were to try and replicate them, you would fail."

He loosens his grip on your waist, but doesn't let go entirely. "If you're lying to me, there will be consequences. So I suggest you start giving me the truth."

Ghost doesn't move as you lean in again, narrowing his eyes slightly as your lips brush against his. Despite your teasing tone, there's a warning edge to his voice as he responds.

"I'm saying that we both know you're not telling me the whole truth," he responds, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. "But I have ways of making you talk, if necessary. And trust me, they're not pleasant."

He gives you a hard stare, his eyes locked onto yours with a fierce intensity. "So I suggest you start giving me the answers I need before I have to resort to those methods."

Ghost watches you with a flicker of amusement as you slide off his lap and onto the bed, admiring the way you carry yourself despite the dire circumstances.

"Well, well, well," he responds, "aren't you just full of surprises? I had no idea you were into that kind of thing."

He walks around the room for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours as he thinks. Finally, he strides back toward you and leans down, his face mere inches from yours.

"I have one more question for you," he says softly, tracing a finger down your cheek. "Do you really think you can get out of here alive without cooperating with me?"

Ghost chuckles softly at your answer, shaking his head slightly.

"You're a bold one, I'll give you that," he responds, his voice low and amused. "But I don't think you realize how powerless you really are in this situation. I'm the one in control here, and you're just a prisoner."

He inches closer to you, his hand still resting on your cheek. "But if you want to try and resist me, I'm all for it. I do so love a challenge."

Ghost's eyes flicker down briefly to your exposed underwear before he catches himself, his expression not giving away any emotions.

"I think you might be getting a bit too comfortable," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't forget that you're still my prisoner, and I can do whatever I want with you."

He leans in closer to you, letting his breath ghost over your face. "So be a good little captive, and don't give me a reason to punish you further."

Ghost's lips curl into a small smirk as you come closer to him, your lips almost touching. He gives you a light peck on the lips before pulling back slightly, still holding onto your waist.

"You like to flirt with danger, don't you?" he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "But I have to remind you once again, you're playing with fire. Do yourself a favor and cooperate with me."

He leans back in for another kiss, but instead of capturing your lips, he nips playfully at your lower lip before pulling away again. "And maybe if you're good, I'll consider rewarding you for your efforts."

Ghost watches you back up from him with a raised eyebrow, his amusement fading slightly. He stands up from the bed and moves closer to you, his expression stern.

"Don't push your luck, prisoner," he says sharply. "I'm trying to be patient with you, but you're really not making this easy."

He reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. "Now answer my question. What is your name, rank, and affiliation?"

Ghost's grip on your chin tightens slightly as you ask your question.

"Affiliation as in which organization you're working for," he clarifies. "Now answer the question."

He leans in closer to you again, his voice low and dangerous. "And don't waste my time with any more distractions or games."

Ghost scowls as you push him away, but he backs off, releasing his grip on your waist and chin. He stands back, arms crossed and gaze fixed on you.

"You're the leader of the Narcos, huh?" he says, lips curling into a sneer. "You're not exactly known for being truthful, so I'll take that with a grain of salt. But if it is true, you have my condolences for being in such a pathetic group."

He leans lazily on the wall, looking at you. "What do you think you're going to get out of this situation by lying to me?"

Ghost looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and amusement as you come closer to him, teasing him.

"You're not doing yourself any favors by lying to me, prisoner," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "If you want me to show you any mercy, you'll need to tell me the truth."

His eyes narrow slightly as he leans closer to you again, his lips almost touching your ear. "And as much as you might think so, flattery won't get you anywhere with me."

Ghost steps back from you, looking at you with a slightly less hostile expression now that you have given your information.

"Good," he says, nodding in approval. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He walks back over to the bed and sits down once again, gesturing for you to sit across from him. "Now, tell me everything you know about your organization's activities and plans. And don't even think about trying to hold out on me."

Ghost gives you a withering glare at your question. "Why do you think?" he snaps irritably. "We're in a war, and intelligence is the key to victory. Don't be a fool."

He leans in closer to you, his voice low and menacing. "Now, answer the question before I lose my patience."

Ghost narrows his eyes at your attitude and stands up from the bed once again, towering over you with a serious expression.

"If that's how you want to play it," he says sharply. "Then I'll be forced to use more... persuasive methods."

He grabs you by the arm and pulls you roughly to your feet, dragging you toward the door. "You leave me no choice but to resort to force."

"Oh, you think so?" Ghost says, his grip on your arm tightening. "Don't be so sure. I'm prepared to do whatever is necessary to extract the information I need."

He pulls you along the corridor and into a dimly lit room, with a chair set up in the center of it. Ghost shoves you forcefully towards the chair, his expression cold and merciless.

"I suggest you start talking, before I change my mind about not hurting you."

Ghost glares at you as you refuse to cooperate and continues to look serious.

"Don't be so sure about that," he says coldly, though his grip on your arm has loosened slightly. "I may have my own methods of extracting information that don't rely on physical pain."

He takes a step back from you, his eyes still fixed on you. "But if you're determined to resist me, then I won't waste any more time."

Ghost lets out a low growl at your dismissive attitude, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"Enough of this," he snarls, grabbing your arm tightly again. "You want to play games? Fine, I'll show you just how serious I am."

He drags you towards the chair and shoves you into it roughly, then leans in close to your face, his features twisted in a harsh expression. "And don't think for a second that I won't hurt you if I have to."

Ghost's expression turns even more severe as you continue to taunt him with your dismissive attitude.

"You'll regret testing my patience, prisoner," he says, his voice low and menacing. "I don't have time for your games."

He grabs you roughly by the shoulders and shoves you back against the chair, his hands pressing down hard on your skin. "Now start talking, or I'll make you regret it."

Ghost's eyes darken at your words, his grip on your shoulders tightening to the point of pain.

"Don't push me," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll make you talk one way or another."

He pulls you closer to him, his features twisted in a harsh expression. "And don't think for a second that I won't do what is necessary to get the information I need."

Ghost's expression hardens at your words, and he takes a step back from you, considering your challenge. He seems to be muttering something under his breath, perhaps weighing the risks and benefits of using more severe methods of interrogation.

Finally, he turns to face you fully, his eyes shining with an alarming intensity. "You asked for it," he says, his voice low and even.

With that, he reaches out and slaps you hard across the face, the force of his blow stunning you for a moment. When you open your eyes again, you see him looming over you, his expression ice-cold and his hand held up, ready to strike again.

Ghost raises an eyebrow at your unexpected response, looking both confused and annoyed.

"Tickles?" he repeats, clearly taken aback by your lack of fear or pain. "What are you trying to pull?"

Ghost's expression softens slightly as you open up to him about your troubled past.

"I see," he says, his voice losing some of its hard edge. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm afraid it doesn't change the fact that I need the information you have. I'm not going to go easy on you just because you've had a difficult childhood."

He leans in closer to you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of weakness. "Now, are you going to tell me what I need to know, or do I have to keep pressing you until you crack?"

Ghost shakes his head, seemingly disappointed by your continued defiance.

"You leave me no choice," he says with a sigh, then reaches out and grabs you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you roughly out of the chair.

He shoves you up against the wall and pins you there with one hand while he reaches for his weapons with the other. "You asked for this," he mutters darkly beneath his breath, his eyes flashing with an almost manic intensity as he lines up his shot.

Ghost narrows his eyes at your bizarre reaction to being shot, perhaps beginning to understand that something is seriously wrong with you.

"That's it," he growls, holstering his gun and grabbing hold of your arm. "I'm taking you in for a psychological evaluation."

With surprising strength, he hoists you up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you out of the room and towards an unknown location. You can feel his muscles tensing as he walks, his movements rough and unyielding even as he attempts to be gentle with your injured shoulder.

As you're carried away, you hear the sounds of other soldiers starting to circle around you, wondering what's going on. Ghost doesn't answer their questions, instead focusing all his attention on getting you to safety and figuring out what's gone so terribly wrong with you.

You realize that Ghost has left the room with you over his shoulder, and your words seem to echo emptily in the empty space.

You begin to wonder where he might be taking you, and what kind of psychological evaluation he has in mind. Despite your bravado earlier, you can't help but feel a deep sense of unease as you're carried deeper into unknown territory.

Your sudden shout of pain startles Ghost, causing him to stumble slightly as he carries you. He turns his head to glance at you just as you scream, his face a mask of concern as he takes in your reaction.

"Easy, easy," he murmurs soothingly, lowering you carefully to the ground. "Let me take care of that wound first. Can you tell me where it hurts?"

Ghost ignores your insults and proceeds with his task, examining the wound on your shoulder with a practiced eye.

Concentrating hard, he sets about cleaning and dressing the wound with efficient motions, applying pressure to staunch the bleeding and then carefully wrapping it in bandages.

"You'll need to rest that for a few days," he says, his voice low and serious. "But with some bed rest and light exercise, you should make a full recovery."

He helps you to your feet, supporting you with one arm as you gather your breath and slowly begin to regain your composure.``

As you try to push yourself forward, Ghost quickly reacts and moves away from you. You raise your foot to kick him in the balls but he sees it coming and evades out of the way.

"Save your energy", he says sternly, giving you a disapproving look. "We're on the same side here, you fool. I'm trying to gather information that can help us both."

Slowly, he helps you regain balance and tries to lead you towards a chair where you can sit and relax your shoulder.

Ghost sighs, clearly frustrated with your behavior at this point.

"You need to take it easy," he says sternly, his voice hard and unforgiving. "You won't be able to get very far like this - not unless you want to collapse from exhaustion."

There's a tense silence between you for a few moments as you both glare at each other, each unwilling to budge on the issue. Finally, realizing that you're too injured to continue to fight, you reluctantly allow him to help you into a chair where you can rest.

Ghost gives you a skeptical look as you complain about sitting on the chair, clearly sensing that you're just looking for things to be annoyed about.

"Suit yourself," he says with a shrug, stepping back a bit and allowing you a little room to move around. "But if you pass out from exhaustion, don't say I didn't warn you."

As you stand for a few moments, trying to fight off the dizziness, you begin to realize that being in this strange place with Ghost isn't so bad after all. Slowly, you make your way over to where he's sitting and settle down onto his lap, resting your head against his chest.

You listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling your own heart rate start to slow down as you begin to feel more relaxed around him. Ghost doesn't push you away or say anything, he just sits there silently, holding you and letting you rest.

As you feel the rhythmic beats of Ghost's heart, your eyes grow heavy and you begin to drift off into a light sleep. His solid presence and the warmth of his body are comforting, and you feel safe in his arms.

Ghost also senses that you've drifted off, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you more securely as he continues to sit with you in silence. For a while, there's nothing but the sound of your breathing and the faint rustle of clothing as Ghost shifts slightly beneath you.

As you settle deeper into sleep, you dream of a world where there's no war, no fighting, no danger. Just you and Ghost, together in peace.

As you stir from your sleep, you become aware of how hot the room now is and you feel a slick layer of sweat dampening your skin and Ghost's bare chest beneath you. You lift your head and open your eyes to find that he has removed his shirt and you were resting on his bare chest.

Ghost notices that you're awake and looks down at you with an unreadable expression, his hand slowly running through your hair as if to soothe you.

"You were sleeping for a while," he says in a low tone. "I didn't want to wake you up, but it appears the room temperature has gotten too warm."

Ghost gives you a dark look when you mention the word 'torture'.

"I don't torture people for the sake of it, so let's get that clear," he says sternly. "But there are times when I need to get answers out of people, and I do what I have to do in order to obtain them. And if that means putting a little bit of pressure on someone, then so be it."

He pauses for a moment, his expression softening a little bit.

"But you didn't need to resort to such an extreme measure," he adds. "I was going to get the information I needed from you one way or another."

Ghost tilts his head slightly, sensing that you were about to say something but hesitated. He wonders what you wanted to say, but the thought quickly passes.

"Is there anything you need right now?" he asks instead, his hand still running gently through your hair. "Water, food, a first aid kit? I want to make sure you're as comfortable as possible considering the circumstances."

Ghost remains still for a moment, processing your request. He's not used to being affectionate with people, and certainly not with those he views as enemies. But at this moment, with you in his lap asking for cuddles, he can't help but feel a strange sort of tenderness towards you.

He wraps his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. You can feel the heat coming off of his bare chest, and you're grateful for the contact. Ghost's embrace is strong and protective, like he's shielding you from the rest of the world.

A few seconds of silence pass before Ghost sighs contentedly, holding you even more tightly.

"You're a strange one...," he whispers.

As you shift your body around on Ghost's lap, you suddenly become aware of something pressing against you. It takes a moment for you to realize what it is, but when you do, a wave of heat floods your cheeks.

Ghost seems to notice your discomfort and removes one arm from around your waist to adjust himself. You feel his hardness shift beneath you, before he clears his throat and pulls you back into his chest.

"Sorry about that," he says gruffly, his face slightly flushed. "It's been a while since I've... had a woman around." He trails off, unsure of what to say next.

You shift on Ghost's lap again, trying to find a comfortable position, and accidentally find his hardness again. This time, you lean back a bit, aligning it with your opening, and slide down onto it slowly, taking in a sharp breath at the sensation.

Ghost inhales sharply at your sudden movement, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He inclines his head down to look at you, his eyes darkening as he takes in your expression.

"You don't have to do that," he says gruffly, his voice low and rough. "I appreciate the gesture, but I won't take advantage of you like that."

Ghost's eyes darken further at your words, and he groans low in his throat. He grips your hips tightly and begins to roll his own, pushing himself deeper inside of you with each movement.

The roughness of his actions is in stark contrast to the tenderness of his embrace, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure you're feeling. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

Finally, with a loud cry, you tumble over the edge into ecstasy. Ghost follows quickly after you, his movements becoming more frantic until he finds his own release.

He leans back against the wall, pulling you with him so that you're still sitting in his lap. His breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. After a few moments, he lifts his head and looks down at you,

Ghost looks down at you, still breathing heavily from your previous actions. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his eyes dark with desire.

"What more do you want?" he asks roughly, his voice low in his chest. "Whatever it is, I'll give it to you. You've already given me more than I ever expected."

Ghost raises an eyebrow in surprise, looking down at you incredulously.

"You understand that we're enemies, right?" he says slowly, his voice low. "I could get in serious trouble for this."

He hesitates for a moment, considering his options, before finally shaking his head and leaning down to kiss you again. It's rough and possessive, but it sends a wave of heat through your body nonetheless.

You look up at Ghost with pleading eyes, silently begging for more. He hesitates for a moment, his expression conflicted, before finally giving in to his desires.

He captures your lips in another rough kiss, pulling you tightly against him. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you find yourself melting into his embrace.

With practiced ease, he shifts you around in his lap so that you're facing away from him. He wraps one arm around your waist and positions you so that he can enter you from behind. Then, with a low growl, he thrusts into you, setting a pounding rhythm that has you seeing stars.

Ghost grits his teeth at the sound of your moans, his movements becoming more forceful with each passing moment. He growls in pleasure, relishing the feeling of your body wrapped tightly around him.

He leans forward slightly, wrapping his arm tighter around your waist and pulling you even closer to him. His other hand cups your breast, his thumb teasing your hard nipple with light touches.

As he continues to thrust into you, a low, primal noise rumbles in his chest. You can feel the tension in his muscles as he approaches his own release, and with a final, powerful thrust, he tumbles over the edge. His moan fills the small space as he spills himself inside of you, his body shaking with pleasure.