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Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 3: Failed Laid

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Before you can realize it, you feel soft tender lips pushing against your rim. you cling your hands behind his head and run your finger brushing through his hair. feeling accepted, he tilts his head to the side to feel your vodka mouth, sucking on your bottom lip. you whimpered from loss of air, he left your lips for a moment before cupping again. this time, you had no time to shut your mouth, his tongue recklessly exploring your insides whilst guzzling your breath away.

you lightly moaned when his left hand slithered to your neck, choking your neck lightly. you grab onto his wrist and feel your eyes rolling up to heaven. unintentionally, you lift your right knee and place your sex to his enormous thigh. you felt his smirk on your lips. "You like that?" his husky made you bit your lip as he place his hand on your chin, facing up to him.

"I'm sorry, princess I wanted to treat you like one but.." he slid his thumb to your lips "...if you react like that, there's no use for me to hold back." He skates his thumb inside your mouth, feeling you sucking on it. you place both of your hands to his chest and breathed heavily.

He gazes at you with lustful hungry eyes, observing you taking his thumb. the thought of fucking you facing the mirror from behind widens his foggy mind, your cut-out dress has hinted him to rip them more. all just for him. you had a different idea, you thought to yourself to save a horse and ride a cowboy feeling him beneath you panting or whimpering to your bounces.

otherwise, both of you had the same idea. getting laid tonight.

ironically, it's just a thought. your hands suddenly lost contact with his built surface. feeling your touch empty, your head is completely influenced. you can't process what happened due to the alcohol taking over your nerves. you were too intoxicated to process anything in the present time.

"Get off, Keegan." a sharp deep voice could be heard from your foresight. the guy you nearly hook up with chuckled and kissed his wet tongue, "Jealous? Or is this yours?". you slightly could see Ghost pull Keegan back away like a cat carrying its kitten from the nape. "none of your business." Ghost taunted. the Irish guy scoffed from irritation. "Come on, (y/n)." He holds your wrist, as you wobbled to him.

"You know I can take her too, right unless that's yours." Keegan crosses his arm to his chest and leaned to the wall watching the two of you. "I said it's none of your bloody business." Ghost warned sternly. his sharp dark eyes scanned you from up to toe, deciding that you can't walk.

he picked you up and presses your flushed face to his chest. "And you're gonna fuck her in your bed." Keegan drunkenly laughed watching Ghost leaving, it turned into trepidation when Ghost stopped in his tracks. he turned around with his dark lifeless eye, glaring at Keegan. "you watch your fucking mouth, Russ. unless you want to be Stephen Hawking." he then left the alleyway.

[Pub parking lot]

"Hey Gaz." the sound of a car door slamming shut is heard followed by Soap's drunk calling. "Yeaaaa?" Gaz burped. Ghost entered the driver's seat and you were zoning out in the shotgun. "what do you call a priest that graduated law school?" Soap widely smiled as Ghost grunted starting the car. "..who?" Gaz slurred his words. "Father-in-law."

Before finding you around in the pub, Ghost managed to get drunk Gaz and Soap whose boozily dancing on the floor.

The whole dancegoers were watching Gaz shredding the dance floor doing the worm whilst Soap was doing the giddy dance and stopped to take blurry pictures 0.5 with flash of himself and Gaz every few moments. not forgetting to swipe his hands over his mohawk while stomping around. When Ghost spotted them, he carried the two like sacks of potatoes and dumping them into the car before going back to find you.

They both chaotically laughed with their mouth scented reek of alcohol. "Hey Soap." Gaz leaned to the mohawk's shoulder looking to the car ceiling. "Yeaaa?" Soap cuddled his buddy's bicep. "Why can't the toilet paper cross the road?" Gaz snickered to himself. "why.." Soap muttered. "stuck in a crack." Gaz hiccups, Ghost's grip on the steering wheel tightens in annoyance.

With the two drunk men chattering in the background, He pulls over to the driveway, taking his time to obey the traffic laws. your eyes emptily gazed at his veiny hands in the steer. He glanced at you, "Are you nauseous?" you adjusted yourself after he asked sternly, you shook your head quietly and laid your head to the chair and rest your eyes. Your forehead felt the warmth of his palm, inscribing for an unanticipated fever. he fixated your bangs, gently brushing his index finger to your blushed tipsy cheeks before going back to the steering wheel.

"Gaz.." Soap's voice vibrates the quietude ambiance, Gaz hummed with a rough hoarse voice. "You know what I was thinking bruh...," Gaz's eyes fluttered to Soap's orbs. "If yo leg gets cut off.. would it hurt?" Soap burped and smiled at Gaz. "..Duh?" Gaz scoffed his mouth. "HOW though!?" Soap garbled and laid on Gaz's lap. "Cuz yo leg got cut off, fool" Soap made a noncommunicable hand movement. "where you gon feel the pain?" Soap pointed to the other dude. "in yo leg..." Gaz's mouth vented a little, feeling his mouth dry. "EXACTLY bruh." He scratched his neck in exasperation. "...how you gon feel the pain in yo leg when-" Gaz and Soap said it in union "yo leg is gone" They both exchanged sparked eyes and laughed. "bruh" Soap rubbed his temper and wheezed. "bro I'm gonna be thinking about this shit all night long" Gaz chuckled whilst his eyes zoned out "where would you feel the pain in?" Soap tilt his head and snapped his finger. "that's the point; there ain't no pain. once yo leg gone, the pain gone with it" Gaz nodded as Soap continued. "where you gon feel the pain when your shit is gone bruh" he gestured his hand like a professor giving a morning lecture. "Oooh.." Gaz weakly nodded with a parched mouth.

With the random drunk chattering in the backseat, your (drunk ass) intoxicated mind decided to say something horrible. "A missile is going loose..." you muttered with a zoned-out eye. Ghost kept his silence knowing you are as drunk as the two dudes. "Laswell.." another mutter comes out of your mouth, Ghost sides-eye you and tried to listen to your drunk muttering. "No...Laswell, Hassan knows.." you flutter your eyes close.

Now he's interested. "Who's Hassan, (y/n)?" Ghost breaks his silent barrier by catechizing. "I-" you burped softly, "I think he's Iranian.. the Al Qatala.." you mumbled again. "What is that, (y/n)?" he slows the car down and parks in an empty lot realizing that you know something that he doesn't. "Al Qatala..." Furrowing your eyebrow, he took a sharp inhale. "What does that mean, (y/n)?" at this point, he's digging information out of your consciousness. "I saw Google Translate it means killers. "I took the assumption that they are terrorists..." you open your eyes, meeting his shocked gaze. you two locked eyes for a good moment as if time has stopped.

"There are three missiles, Laswell... they're aiming at cheeseburger.." you hiccuped. "where is cheeseburger, (y/n)?" Ghost faced half of his body to you, digging into your inebriate state. "America." You said with painfully dry lips. "Maybe they want to film the 9/11 again.." a hiccup escape again. "(y/n), is this what you worked on before 141?" Ghost held your forearm, making you look up to him.

There was a slight pause between the two of you, this made him irritated. "Jesus, my mask kink is acting up, stop talking to me." you sternly said, moving away from him and face to your window. That made him grip his fist in annoyance. he got to the main road again and drove the three of you back to the base.

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"Come in," Price answered the twice knocking from the door, as it creaks open, Ghost came in and closes the door behind him. "What's the matter, Simon?" He looks at him with a concerned expression. The skull guy sighed in frustration and took his seat in front of his desk. "(y/n), she's a liability." Simon places his hands on the wooden table. Price frowns at his statement but waits for him to continue talking. "Gaz brought us to the pub to 'celebrate' her first deployment in the task force," Ghost rub his temples "And everyone except me got drunk, she was sitting in the front passenger seat.."

he took a deep breath because he didn't expect to receive such information from a drunk demoted FBI girl. "she was muttering something," He looks at Price. "Did you catch it?" Price raised one eyebrow expecting him to have full detail. "She's talking about some Arabian dude with a huge missile aiming somewhere in the world." Price leaned himself to his chair. "Any other things you caught from her?" Ghost shook his head as Price quickly dove his hand to his pocket, reaching for his phone.

"Thank you, Simon. I will try to contact Laswell-" "No, Don't." Ghost reached his hand to Price. "she muttered Laswell's name too, I'm afraid she might get demoted again for spilling confidential information." Simon quickly recalled he seemed to try to dust your name from confinement and demotion.

"Well, then where the hell should we ask for intel from? what if our base blew up out of a sudden?" Price furrowed his eyebrow at Simon. "I am positively sure she will get into trouble if you contact Laswell or Sheperd." the cold-blooded soldier pierced his eyes into Price. the captain paused for a moment, tapping his finger on the table contemplating the pros and cons of every action they can possibly take.

"I think she would understand if we talk to her about it kindly when she's sober." Price looked down at his unfinished paperwork. "absolutely doubt that, sir. She's very pragmatic and arrogant." Simon shook his head lightly. "I will do my own digging, then." Price opened his laptop, turning it on and let it boot up for a few seconds. "Are you going to bring one of us?" Simon stood up about to take his leave. "No, but you'll see. dismissed." Price started to dance his fingers across the keyboard and hear Ghost's footstep distancing.

But he stopped by the doorframe, which caused Price to look up at him. "I think you should...teach her," Ghost stared at Price. "her demotion truly doubts me. it's unpleasant and unprofessional." he finishes, leaving then closing the door softly. "... that's where you're wrong, Simon." Price murmured to himself.

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You woke up with a suspicious amount of headache hitting you like a truck. you rubbed your face and sat up on your bed. "Ooh-" You hissed and knitted your eyebrow together. "It's got a little kick, Ooh--" You gripped your hair in pain and groaned loudly.

You have to eat something, then digest an aspirin or two. you rolled off your bed and got out of your room, walking your way to the kitchen with your other hand guiding your weight.

as you arrived, there was three familiar figure at the dinner table watching you looming over them. they stared at you as if you just grew a second head out of your neck. "See I told you it's the heels." Ghost exclaimed at Soap. "I wear my mother's high heels that aren't even as tall as hers, it broke my ankle," Soap muttered while stirring his coffee. "She jumps from car to car with them." Gaz plated down his omelet. "that's some superpower shit." Soap shrugged.

you flinched at the statement but had no energy to be petty at him. "I really could use warm water instead of shit talking, I'm really dizzy." you walked towards the cupboard. "Yeah no shit, you were dead-ass drunk last night I didn't recognize you." Gaz's tone wraps in concern.

"Fuck you don't recognize me because I recalled somebody failed me to get a hot guy making out with me," you looked up to the cupboard that was out of your reach. "You were WHAT" Soap pitched his head towards you. "Dude was so hot, tall, large hand and into choking," you bent your foot and reached your hand up trying to get the cup from the board.

"Be professional, (y/n). you don't want to get laid with someone you just met from a pub on your FIRST DAY of DEPLOYMENT." Ghost presses his serious tone towards you. "Who was it Ghost?" Soap leaned himself on the table where Ghost sat. "Fucking Keegan," his response made you jerk your head back to face him. "LAST NIGHT WAS KEEGAN? fuck I knew I should've lured him sooner." you fisted and sighed at the sink.

"(y/n), what do you mean you knew." Ghost peered his gaze to your back. "Oh, I showed (y/n) some pictures of the guys." Soap said taking a sip of his coffee. "you what." Ghost now looking at Soap. "(y/n), you can drink from here." Gaz walked to your side and gave you a mug of warm water. it was an orange mug with many pictures of goofy cats across it. "...Thanks," you rotated the mug carefully, inspecting the cats one by one. "It looks like something a deaf grandmother would own." you said, sipping to the warm liquid.

"Actually, that mug belongs to Konig." You bursted. "THAT 7-FOOT MAN?" you wipe your lips with the back of your hand, looking up at Gaz. "...Yeah, what about him. Soap, what did you tell her about Konig yesterday?" Gaz pointed at you and tilt his head to Soap.

"I didn't say shit I was just showing her the people she MIGHT gonna meet in the future so she won't get culturally shocked or something," Soap shrugged. "Soap, you told me Konig would turn me into a smoothie with his bare hands." you held your chest offended, Soap pointed at you. "I certainly did NOT say that"

"Don't tell me you told her about that Jimin guy" Ghost inclined to the side facing the three. "you mean Horangi" Gaz added. "Oh my God, I followed his gossip back before he went to the military. He actually has a monster cock according to the girl he had a secret affair with and I think his name was K-" "(Y/N)!" the three of them voiced your name before you spill more classified information. you close your mouth with the tip of your fingers and grin.

"Bloody fucking hell.." Ghost massaged his forehead from stress. "Well to be fair as a woman who enjoys the latest gossip, technically I'm a pretty good intel," you said shrugging your right shoulders. "She's right" Soap commented, "I'm always right" you implied again. "and now you're getting on my last nerve, (L/n)" Ghost thrilled.

"all sergeants and LT, please proceed to my office. this is Captain Price speaking." the wired radio from the side of the kitchen buzzed as the four of you glanced at each other. "It's about time," Ghost finished his drink and quickly left. "(y/n), it's your first mission in the 141." Gaz happily cooed to your side. "I thought we had a day off," you frowned while walking with Gaz. "Well, change of plans. maybe Laswell found something and wants us to get to work immediately." Soap turned behind him and face you while walking backward.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to getting called to duty out of a sudden. the FBI is usually alerted 3 or 2 days prior to a mission or investigation." you laughed weakly. "well get used to it now, bunny." Ghost coldly said to you before knocking on Price's door.

After a few minutes talking in, Price asked you about hows your first day adjustment in the barracks. you told him you're doing well, everyone was being nice to you (surely). but you got slightly scolded by Price because Ghost snitched about you making out with Keegan at a bar.

"Whats with everyone here and Keegan, you guys acted like I was making out with an arsonist???" you looked at the three then back at Price drawing confusement. "He's a walking red flag, (y/n)." Gaz scoffed at Soap's statement. "Well, he doesn't look like a red flag." You scorn at the salty comment. "You know nothing about him." Ghost hissed at you again. "That makes him look hotter??" You raised your hand muddled. "why do girls like you always fall for men full of red flags then cries about it when getting dumped." Gaz tormented your pride. you look at him disturbingly which made him regret his remark.

"out of everyone, why him.." Price's tone sounded like a disappointed dad. "Well technically it's not MY fault, I mean I WAS drunk.. shouldn't that a someone's responsibility to make sure I didn't get into trouble when under the influence," You cooed while twisting the end of your hair looking slightly at the ceiling and pouted. feeling Ghost's sharp eye pierce into your flesh with a hot sensation. Price's gaze shifted to Ghost "Well as a son of a mother and now a father of an adoptive daughter, I'm not saying she's wrong but Ghost.. she's right, you could've avoided that happening." he cleared his throat Ghost looked at Price with a defeated gaze.

after a few minutes of talking about the pub incident. Price looked at Soap then at Gaz. "You two, go to the range. we will talk about the mission there. Ghost and (y/n), stay here for a moment. there's something I need a discuss in private." Gaz and Soap nodded and quickly got out of the office. you could feel a slight tension, are you in trouble? did you do something worser when you were drunk? what did Ghost snitch again to price? you are so close to drug his cup of tea with laxatives after this.

"(y/n)"

"Yes sir" you stood your ground high. "I promise that I won't personally judge you for this since it's out of your control too," you nodded "but I can't help but notice that you have some...liability." his statement opened your old wound. "I credited Ghost for this, he briefed me about your actions whilst intoxicated," You look at Ghost with ferocious eyes. "you were muttering about some classified information." He bit his tongue, hating that he has to break it to you.

"I assure you, you are not getting into trouble for it but perhaps you should watch your drinking dose when outside duty. we don't want you blabbering restricted information out of our watch." He finishes with a warm smile. "I was once your age, trust me I enjoy drinking too." he chuckled to himself. "Captain, I...don't remember anything last night. it's like everything was blacked out," you look down to your white fluffy indoor slippers. "All I remember was I saw Keegan's eyes and that's it. I just woke up this morning." you look up again.

"That is very fine, dear. you are safe here thanks to Ghost" You could feel him smirking beneath his balaclava. "Okay, off the two of you go. I will be there shortly. dismissed." Price clasped his hands together. "Yes sir." you and Ghost bowed and left the office in unison. surprisingly, he lets you out and holds the door for you. but you didn't notice this.

"Ghost." Price called as he was in the door frame. He looked back at the captain.

"watch her for me."

"Lima Charlie, capt." He sternly said upon leaving.

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