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And they were roommates (part 4)

A/N: AWOOP Jumpscare damn this one's long.... Please don't get used to this super quick upload because i am currently sick and away from work that's why i just spend my days writing. It'll be slightly slower next week.

Warnings: 18+ stuff, violence blood, the usuals. We're all traumatised in so many and different ways.

ALSO: don't hesitate to send headcanons, tropes, to help keep this series going.

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You were pacing around the living room, much to Alejandro and Gaz's demise. It had been a full hour and half since you got home and you had zero news. The anxiety was eating at you.

"Sparrow please breathe, let us take care of your lip…" Gaz tried for what must have been the 6th time.

You just kept pacing. What happened? Where were they?.

"God damn it!" You cursed.

Stopping in front of the kitchen sink you stared at the black mug. Did he get into trouble? What if he got suspended?

The front door opening made you jump. Alejandro stood from the couch Gaz standing on guard nearby.

Soap and price were the first to walk in. Ghost followed, balaclava and hood on. He was tense, you could see it. You wanted to get to him but not in front of everyone. You knew he wouldn't like it.

"So?" Alejandro asked.

"Laswell was informed of the situation. Keller was suspended until further investigation." Price answered.

You let out a shaky breath. That asshole fully deserved it. But… ghost…

"What about the lieutenant?" Gaz asked.

You mentally thanked him for asking, the words too hard to speak out loud for you.

"He'll be fine." Price answered with a smirk.

You looked at ghost. He was staring right at you, you sighed in relief. He noticed.

"Laswell fully understood the situation. She even congratulated and thanked him." Price said with a chuckle.

Of course she did. Laswell was the one to find you years ago. To take you under her wing and protect you. You had become like a daughter for her.

Ghost finally stepped forward straight towards you. His large hand grabbed your chin softly.

"Why isn't this treated?"

You could still feel the bite of anger tainting his tone.

"Hum…" Gaz started.

"I didn't let them. I was worried. It's been over an hour! Plus. It's just a scratch." You interrupted.

You crossed your arms over your chest once more, defying him. What the hell? Who cared about the little scratch. You could clearly see his bloody knuckles. He stiffened.

"Don't test me." He threatened.

You pouted. The men in the room now feeling slightly out of place.

"Well. On that note. We'll leave you to it." Price spoke.

The boys started to walk out, Ghost not letting you out of his sight. You walked them to the door. Thanking them. Price turned to you.

"Try not to get him to worked up… you'd be playing with fire…" he hushed only to you.

You were confused. He seemed to be serious but the wink he sent your way suggested otherwise.

Once the door was closed you turned back to the living room. Ghost sat on the couch back to you. You decided to walk to the counter, following Price's advice.

"Come here." He ordered.

You sighed. Walking up the couch, you didn't get time to sit down before he stood up.

"Why?" He asked.

You frowned.

"Why what?" You asked.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He hissed.

You rolled your eyes, suddenly feeling all the pain again. The way he left. The way he told you you weren't friends. The way he didn't care.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." He warned.

You crossed your arms again.

"Don't give me orders." You tried. He stepped closer.

"Why. Didn't. You. Tell. Me?" He asked again.

"Because you didn't care!" You half yelled.

You both stood there silently. You could feel yourself wanting to cry again. Feeling the tears threatening to fall, you turned around, trying to run from this staring match.

His hand rushed to your stomach pulling you back unto him. You gasped. His arms surrounded you. Softly. Too scared to actually hold you. You let your hands rest on his forearms.

"Ghost…" he squeezed a tiny bit harder. His chin rested at the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you. You bit your lip. Drawing more blood from it. With a whimper you spun around in his arms, hugging his torso tightly. He was obviously not used to it. He was probably mortified with himself to have even initiated it. He still didn't move. One of his hands rested on your back, the other had traveled to the back of your neck.

"I care." He whispered. You closed your eyes at the sound.

"I care." He repeated, as if finally allowing himself to realize it.

"I can't lose anyone else during Christmas…"

You were confused at the confession, but didn't push it. You hugged him tighter.

"You didn't. I'm fine. You saved me." You tried reassuring him.

"He hurt you." You couldn't miss the fury in his voice.

"And you made him pay" you chuckled.

He didn't seem to find it funny. His heart was slamming against his chest.

"I'm safe. You saved me." You tried one last time.

You remained in the hug a little bit.

"I'm… sorry." You heard him.

You hummed questioningly.

"We are friends. I care. You matter."

The words went straight to your chest. He cared.

"You matter too Ghost." You admitted.

He softly let go of you. His eyes looked tired. Sad. His thumb reached over your lip again.

"Let's take care of this."

You nodded. Grabbing his hand in yours.

"Only if you let me take care of this." You argued, mentioning his bruised knuckles.

He nodded. You smiled at him through tears. His hand rose, patting your head softly.

One thought lingered on your mind. He cared.

The next morning you woke up feeling sore. Last night Ghost had insisted on taking care of every single bruise you had.

"It's no-thing leave-it." You complained, punctuating every syllable.

You tried to get away from his grip. Seriously, the little bruise on your knee wasn't even caused by Keller.

"Keep moving and I'm handcuffing you." He warned.

"You wouldn't!" You stared at him.

The blank stares spoke volumes. He definitely would.

You sighed at the memory. He had given you pain meds. It was now almost 11 am. You probably would have slept longer if it wasn't for the bickering coming from the living room. You rose from the bed, you looked around, searching for your baggy shirt or t-shirt but couldn't find it anywhere. Did he… no. He wouldn't. He couldn't have.

He totally did. You sighed. Fine. You threw on a pajama shirt. Rummaging through your closet you found some pajama shorts. You walked to the door, stepping out and walking into the living room. You blinked. For a second you thought you might be dreaming.

The boys turned to you. The blinking lights reflecting around. The tree standing tall in the corner.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Alejandro said.

"Sorry we didn't wait for you to put up the Christmas tree." Soap added.

"It was supposed to be a surprise but soap can't shut up." Gaz teased.

"What do you mean?! You've been yelling about the fucking colors all morning." Soap complained.

You stood there in shock. The whole living room had been decorated for Christmas. And… was that the smell of gingerbread? While the boys were bickering you looked at Ghost. Your breath caught in your lungs. He was wearing a black t-shirt, a very nice contrast from the usual hoodies or tactical shirts.

He was eyeing you angrily. Ah. Yes. The shorts. He glanced away and you followed his gaze. He was right. Alejandro seemed to enjoy the sight before him. He winked at you. Oh god.

Ghost rose from where he sat, and you immediately walked up to him.

"Ghost!" You whispered to him, one hand on his chest the other on his forearm. The skin to skin contact sent a shiver down your spine.

"Stop fucking playing." He whispered back.

"You said you weren't jealous.." you teased in a whisper, batting your lashes at him.

"Last warning. He keeps glancing at you." He warned.

"He's not going to hurt me. You know that."

He quietly looked down at you.

"It's just shorts. Calm down."

He frowned.

"Fine." He spat.

You smiled up at him. Your palm still on his chest. Something flashed through his eyes but you weren't exactly sure what.

"Ghost… did you hide my baggy shirts?" You questioned. He remained silent simply staring at you.

"Sparrow! Come help!" Soap called.

Letting your hands drop you whispered one last thing.

"Thank you… for Christmas."

He nodded. You took a step back heading for the tree. His eyes didn't leave you all afternoon. He stood close all the time. Alejandro was flirty but from far away which seemed to be a safe distance from the big scary dog next to you.

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Christmas was wonderful. The boys had stayed over, sleeping on the couch and ground. First you were worried but Price had quickly washed your fears away.

"Don't worry they've slept in much worse conditions." He chuckled.

It was almost new year. Price and Ghost had been spending a lot of time on base, probably dealing with the Keller problem. As such, Gaz soap and Alejandro had been spending almost every day at the apartment. Somehow it had turned into a frat house, much to Ghost's dismay.

You had been so happy to mend things with Ghost. But you missed him. Your cheeks heated up at the thought. It was hard to admit and you surely wouldn't say it out loud. Spending time with the boys was fun but you missed the alone time with your roommate.

On this late evening, you had dined with the boys. You were thankful for Alejandro's cooking skills. Price and Ghost were out. And you were bored. Honestly. You were slightly pouting.

"Hey guys, want to play something?" Soap asked, picking Gaz's interest.

"Oh yeah yeah, we got that card game remember?" Gaz proposed.

"Absolutely! We should turn it into a drinking game." Soap added.

"I'm in." Alejandro rang.

They turned to you. A drinking game… well. You really were bored.

"Ok, sure." You said.

What could go wrong?

Every possible thing that could go wrong, went wrong. Everyone was drunk, slurring on their words, the living room was a mess. The boys had lost their shirts, Gaz had a drawn mustache over his lips, Soap had heavy makeup on and Alejandro tape over his mouth. You had ended up wearing Alejandro's shirt with nothing but underwear under. It was big enough to reach your thighs.

Your mind was blurry. The few shots of tequila, vodka and whiskey mixing your thoughts together in an impossible tangle.

"And that's another one for me!" Soap yelled, smashing his card on the table.

Everyone groaned ready to take another shot. You were unsure of the current time. The alcohol in your body made you slightly irrational. You missed Ghost. Why wasn't he home yet? You were pissed at him. The liquor burned your throat as you swallowed. You had fully accepted to wear Alejandro's shirt after your 7th shot, just to mess with the lieutenant.

Next round, won by Gaz, turned into a debate on whether or not he had cheated, Alejandro somehow losing the tape over his mouth in the process, sticking it to his chest.

You were annoyed. Where was Ghost? You wanted Ghost…

Pouring another shot, the game not being an excuse to down your drink anymore.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Everyone turned at the sound of Price's voice.

"Dad!" You yelled, a silly smile on your face.

Alejandro, Gaz and Soap burst out laughing. Price himself chuckled.

"Oh god. Little bird I'm flattered. We shouldn't have left you alone with these menaces." He said.

You noticed Ghost had his gaze fixated on you. You changed your expression to a pout.

"Why you'home so late?" You asked with a frown.

"You meanie!"

The comment made the boys burst out laughing again, Price indulging himself in laughter as well.

Ghost hadn't said a word yet. That wasn't nice… It pissed you off even more. He stepped closer.

"No!" You said. Making him stop in his tracks.

"Sparrow. You need to go to bed." He finally said.

"No! I wan'n play!" You pouted more.

He sighed, looking at Price.

"Sparrow listen to him. The boys are also going to sleep. Look, Gaz is already out."

You glanced back, Gaz had indeed tapped out he laid on the ground, mouth slightly open.

You frowned. Pussy.

Ghost had used that moment of inadvertence to get closer. Unfortunately for him, you noticed, crawling under the coffee table to the other side, shielding you from him as you slurred another 'no!' at him.

Soap couldn't stop laughing. Holding his stomach.

"Fuckin hell." Ghost cursed.

Price walked to Soap grabbing him, throwing his arm over his shoulders.

"Come on Sergeant, let's get you to bed." He smiled.

"Put him in the room on the right." Ghost said.

Wait.. that.. was… your room. You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He grabbed it before it could hit him, sending a dark glance at you. Soap had burst out laughing again, Alejandro joining him.

"I already told you. Pillows are not. A good weapon." He hissed.

He froze. Frowning.

"What are you wearing?" His voice had lowered a few octaves.

"My shirt…" Alejandro answered in between laughs.

God.. he looked furious. It sent a shiver down your spine. And it made you want to play with fire soooo much more.

"It looks-good on'me.. doesn'init?" You smiled innocently at him.

"It makes you angwy…'' you teased with a pout. "Mayyybee, sshould take'it off…" you said, adding actions to words as you crossed your arms grabbing the hem of the shirt, ready to lift it over your head. What were you doing? If only that question ran through your head at that moment maybe, just maybe you had behaved. Unfortunately the only thing in your mind was how pissed you were at him for coming home so late. Therefore a stupid reason to any rational thinking person, which you currently were not.

As the shirt raised, showing your panties as you sat on your legs on the ground Ghost snapped.

"SPARROW" He yelled, grabbing the coffee table with one hand, lifting and pushing it aside as if it was nothing, freeing the way to you.

It made you stop dead in your tracks. Shutting up Soap and Alejandro, waking up Gaz in the process. Price kept a close look at the situation.

You looked at him with wide eyes. He took a deep breath, squatting down in front of you slowly as if to not scare a little wild animal.

"Little bunny…" he started.

It made you melt. The fucker. He knew how to tame you. You let go of the shirt letting your hands drop to the floor in front of you, in between your legs.

"You've drank a bit too much because of these… idiots." He hissed the last word.

"I drank becaus m'missed you…" you admitted pouting.

A 'whooo' was heard in the far back, probably coming from Soap. With a simple glance from Ghost he shut up.

"Alright little bunny. I'm sorry. You want to be a good girl? You want to come see me?" He said, in a deep and… very sexy… voice.

Your mind was a complete fog. You wanted to be a good girl… you wanted to be his good girl…

Wait.. what?

If you could see yourself in a mirror and if you weren't so intoxicated, you would have understood the meaning of heart eyes. Ghost swallowed. It wasn't at all the look of pure adoration at his words that made him react like that… that made him stare at you like… you were his prey.

"I .. I wann'be a good girl…" you said in a whiny voice.

You thought you heard groans from every drunk man in the room. But your attention was fully fixed on the man with a skull mask in front of you.

Fuck. Why was it so hard to think? You felt so hot. The alcohol completely erasing your inhibition.

"Come here little bunny." He ordered.

Crawling on all fours to him you sat right in front of him looking up. Price had continued his way to drop Soap on your bed, coming back to grab Gaz.

"Imm sorry…" you said.

He sighed.

"You're a lightweight." He said.

You nodded.

"Can I have my shirt back?" Alejandro interrupted.

Ghost glanced at him. Muscles flexing. You turned to see what was making him so angry. Alejandro eyed you hungrily. Perhaps enjoying a bit too much the sight before him. You, on your knees, wearing his shirt.

"Sure." Ghost answered.

You blinked. He dropped to his knees, shifting closer to you as you now sat in between his knees. Softly grabbing the hem of the shirt, eyeing you to ask permission. You bit your lip, still glancing at him adoringly. He was mad. You wanted him to stop being mad. He lifted the shirt over your head, the cold hair giving you goosebumps. Or maybe it was the way his fingertips touched your skin. I mean, who knows? He threw Alejandro's shirt to his face.

He grabbed his own hoodie, throwing it over his head. You looked at his torso. You bit your lip again. God… he was hot. The scars… the way he was toned. His tattoos. Fuck. No. No. Wait. He's your roommate. You.. you can't…

He threw his hoodie over you, making you wear it. His scent was overwhelming, it made you close your eyes. The warmth of it, as he had been wearing it made you hum happily.

You were so focused that you didn't hear the conversation they were having.

"Why so angry lieutenant?" Alejandro, taunted with a smirk.

"The fuck you playin at Vargas?" He asked, anger biting at his words.

"What? She's pretty. Adorable. Hot." He listed. Ghost grew furious by the second.

"Stay the fuck away." Ghost threatened.

"What? She's yours? You feel possessive just because she's your roomie? Maybe she wants me" He frowned with a malicious smirk.

Ghost chuckled darkly. Turning to you, suddenly gaining your attention.

"Little bird… you missed me?" He asked.

"Yes sir…" you answered sweetly.

"Now… I should apologize for that." He flirted.

Wait… flirted…? Your mind was too fucked to pick it up.

"You want to sleep in my bed? Wanna cuddle with your lieutenant ?" He asked.

Your eyes would sparkle if they could.

"Yes please sir" you whined.

Alejandro cleared his throat. But somehow Ghost didn't stop. His fingers rose to your chin. What was he doing? Was this supposed to prove something? Were any of you serious? Was it just for show? Were you willingly rolling with his taunts?

He eyed you down. Voice deep and groaning.

"You my bunny? You're mine?" He asked, almost growling the last word.

You leant forward hands on his torso, letting your head fall into his shoulder.

"M'yours… m'your bunny…" you whined.

You felt so much affection at the moment for this man. His little pet name made your head spin.

That and the tequila.

Suddenly you were off the floor, being carried bridal style by him. You completely gave up on picking up anything about reality. You just let him take you to bed. You passed by Price in the hallway.

"The other two are dead asleep." He informed.

"Good. Now please get Vargas out." Ghost answered.

"He's too drunk to go anywhere. But I'll sleep in the living room with him. Whatever's going on shouldn't fuck up your work together." Price stated. A little silence. You hugged his neck tighter. Making Price chuckle.

"I think you can take care of her." Price teased, taping him on the shoulder before heading to the living room.

"Come on Vargas. Let's go to bed."

You chuckled into Ghost's neck as you heard Price. Ghost walked into his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He softly dropped you on top of his bed, standing up to look down at you. He sighed.

"You shouldn't drink this much Sparrow." He scolded.

You pouted.

"It's bunny." You frowned.

He chuckled.

"You're going to be so embarrassed tomorrow morning." He teased.

"Probably…" you slurred.

"You… really missed me?" He asked in a low voice.

You hummed affirmatively, suddenly hugging his pillow, eyelids heavy.

"Miss spending time… miss playing… eating…" you listed.

He chuckled.

"I'm sorry. I'll spend more time with you." He promised.

You smiled up at him.

"Fuuuck.." he cursed under his breath. "Vargas's right. You're fucking adorable." He whispered, more to himself than your ears.

You chuckled. Finger curling, beckoning him to lower himself to you. He leaned forwards, hands resting on either side of your body. You softly grabbed his face in between your hands, leaning in, his eyes widening. At the last moment you shifted, dropping a kiss on the skull mask, where his forehead would be.

"M'your bunny…" was the last thing you could say before sleep took you.

The next morning was rough. You had a pounding headache and you were nauseous. It took a good minute before you opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to your surroundings. You weren't in your room. And… that. Was Ghost sleeping next to you? Wait. Was that his hoodie on you? You remembered your little plan yesterday to piss him off by wearing Alejandro's t-shirt.

The memories hit you like a truck. You on all fours, Ghost undressing you, calling you bunny. Flirting with you. The staring match between the two men… CALLING PRICE DAD.

You cursed loudly, hands hiding your face.

"You ok ?"

You jumped, turning your head to look at Ghost.

"I.." you didn't know what to say. You bit your lip.

"Try, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause such a mess." He teased.

You closed your eyes. "I'm sorry…" you mumbled.

The air was tense. The memories felt a bit bitter. They were marked by alcohol and adrenaline from the moment. Were they real? This feelings? This affection towards one another? It was strong. It was abrupt to say it was love. He was still weary of you. And you were still confused. The doubt of his sincerity last night weighed on you.

He was teasing Alejandro… but did he mean any of it? He figured you like praises and he used it to get you to bed. You weren't mad at him for it. You had acted like a brat.

You were safe with the squad you were sure of it. None would take advantage of you, but you still put yourself in some kind of danger. You just hoped he wasn't mad.

The fear of having ruined your established relationship, whatever it was, probably friends, smacked you hard.

"We're… still friends. Right?" You asked.

"Why wouldn't we be?" He answered, soothing your worries.

"Are you mad..?"

"Negative."

"Promise?"

"Affirmative."

"This is going to feel weird… isn't it?"

"For a little bit. But we'll get over it."

You sighed. Would you? Would you both get over it? The way you looked at each other. The way his fingertips felt… the way he called you his bunny. His possessiveness over you, when.. you're just friends. Roommates.

You couldn't handle this. You couldn't handle being this tense around him. You jumped, turning over on your stomach, letting yourself rest on your elbows looking at him. He was staring right at you.

"We're pretty close." You started. He nodded.

"We care about each other." He kept nodding.

"You… called me your bunny." You tested.

"I did. You like it." He noted.

"I do… I like it and…" you were confused.

"Sparrow. Stop. You're overthinking this. We're fine." He said, slight annoyance in his voice. You smiled. He was still himself.

"Give me back my hoodie now." He requested.

"No."

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