Angry Ghost

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The flight back had been silent. No one on the crew dared speak to you. No one even glanced at you. Except for Ghost. From the moment you set foot in the building, you felt his gaze fixed on you, heavy, scorching. You said nothing when he gestured toward his office door with a simple nod. You couldn't. Not after what you'd done. You'd made the worst possible mistake: you'd disobeyed a direct order in the middle of a fight. You thought you could cover a flank alone, that you could push ahead and clear a path for the team. But all you managed to do was get caught in the middle of enemy fire. Ghost had to come for you. You had to hear his angry voice on the communicator, telling you to stay where you were. You had to watch him appear through the smoke, shoot his way through, and risk his life to get you out. Now they were here. The office door closed with a click. Ghost stood before you, tall, firm… with his belt in his hand. “Give me a reason not to leave you scarred after the stupid thing you did today.” His tone was icy, but there was something else in his words. Something thick, suffocating. His dark eyes scanned you from head to toe, his jaw tense, his breathing controlled. He took a step forward and you barely managed not to flinch. "Do you have any idea how I felt seeing you trapped there? How close you came to never coming back?" The leather slid through his fingers with a dry sound. “I warned you. I gave you orders. And now, you're going to learn to obey.” He sat down on the chair and patted his thigh. "Come here."

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