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The air was quiet as several armed trucks came to a stop outside Alejandro’s base. The three soldiers had been mostly quiet on the drive back; there was little to discuss and after the adrenaline of the missile launch had worn off, to be frank they were all a little exhausted. The rain, pattering heavily on the body of the car, had filled the silence comfortably. Through the water soaked windows, Alejandro could see men stationed outside the doors of his facility – not his men.
He glanced backwards at Soap and Ghost, both of whom seemed to understand immediately that something was off. Through his mask, Ghost’s brows were furrowed; he shot a warning look at Soap, who instinctively felt for the presence of his sidearm. Graves exited the middle vehicle, followed by three of his officers. Soap, Ghost, and Alejandro were quick to do the same. Alejandro spoke first, motioning to the new personnel guarding his building. “What’s this?” He met Graves’ eyes sternly.
“This is the immediate future,” Graves responded casually. “Step away from the gate.”
Soap’s eyebrows lifted in disbelief and he had to refrain himself from outright scoffing. “What?” On the driver’s side of the van, Ghost watched the situation. He wasn’t quite sure what was happening but he didn’t like the look of confidence in Graves’ eyes, and he especially didn’t like how outnumbered they were at the moment.
Alejandro took a step forward. “Are you crazy? This is my base.”
“This is a sizeable, covert facility. And I admire it.” Graves looked around himself, content with the building he was about to commandeer. “So I’m taking it. You boys have been relieved. Thank you for your service.”
Blood rang in Alejandro’s ears, almost impressed with the officer’s audacity. “No, no, no, I don’t take orders from you,” he spat.
The ghost of a smirk danced on Graves’ lips. “Didn’t Valeria say that?” he took another step forwards, closing the distance between them. “Now that makes me wonder what else I don’t know about your affiliation with a drug lord.” He pointed an accusatory finger towards Alejandro, who, against his better judgement, actually did laugh a little.
“What the fuck did you just say to me pendejo?” He closed the distance between them, eyes hardening at the commander. Soap stepped up to join them, pushing up alongside Alejandro. “You’re out of line Graves,” he growled. But Graves didn’t back down, instead narrowing his eyes and holding a warning finger up towards the two soldiers. “Don’t do that, don’t… do that,” his voice was low. “No one needs to get hurt here.” His eyes flicked between the three men.
Ghost, who had been watching the interaction with intent, spoke up now. “Are you threatenin’ us?” He heard his heartbeat quicken in his ears, suddenly very aware of Grave’s two officers standing behind him. Graves held eye contact with him when he responded. “Soldier I don’t make threats,” his tone was harsher now, and colder than it had been a second ago, every word punctuated with a serious tone. “I make guarantees.” Graves looked back towards the two men in front of him. “So let’s not do this.” There was a heartbeat of silence, with all four of them sizing up the situation at hand. Soap turned around and began returning to the truck. “I’m calling Shepard,” he declared.
Graves’ response stopped him in his tracks. “General Shepard sends his regards. He told me y’all wouldn’t take this well.”
“He knows about this?” Ghost tried to conceal the surprise in his voice. He didn’t do it very well.
“He’s put me in command of this operation from hereon out. So y’all need to stand down. It’s time to let the pros finish this.”
From the other side of the truck, Soap shot a knowing look at Ghost. The masked soldier met his gaze. Things were going to get very serious very fast.
Graves continued. “Why the hell are we talking like this is some sort of negotiation? It’s not. I’ve got my orders, and now you have yours.”
“And who the fuck do you think you are cabrôn?” Alejandro’s temper was showing now, his cheeks hot despite the rain and the mild temperature. “My MEN are inside,” he was almost shouting now, practically certain whatever he said couldn’t escalate the situation beyond the level of fucked up it already appeared for them.
“I’m afraid not,” The calmness of Graves’ response was nearly as chilling as his actual words. “Your men have been…” he searched for the most palatable description, “detained.” Without missing a beat, Alejandro lunged towards Graves. The commander met his attack and slammed him against the side of the vehicle. One of his guards was quick to zip tie his wrists together. “Graves what the FUCK.” Soap began to intervene, stopping as he saw Grave’s men raising their weapons. As they began firing, Soap grabbed the closest officer and used him as a body shield, aiming his own handgun back towards Graves.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ghost saw one of the officers advancing on him. He took a step back and slammed the bone of his elbow into the man’s face, breaking his nose with a sickening crunch. Another appeared around the truck in front of him and Simon pulled a knife off his belt, slashing into the officer before slamming him into the truck and sinking it hilt deep into his neck. Ghost heard Alejandro yell something at Graves before a blunt thud and looked up in time to see the colonel crumple unconscious against the vehicle.
Soap returned fire, downing one of them men before Graves fired a few rounds, killing his own guard and grazing Soap’s arm. The sergeant fell back from the impact, the wind knocked out of him. Ghost leaned around the rear of the truck he was crouched behind, relieved to see his operator was still mostly in tact. “Go Johnny, get out of there,” he commanded, watching as he strained to roll the body off of himself. “Soap, GO.” His sergeant threw himself over the highway barrier on the side of the road.
Ghost watched him escaping a second too long and the butt of a riffle slammed into the back of his head. Pain exploded behind his vision and he fell forward, reeling from the impact. He groaned, blinking away dark spots in his vision and fumbling for the sidearm in his belt. Behind him, Graves pressed the end of his gun into Simon’s back, stilling his efforts.
“Big mistake brother,” Graves said from above him, gesturing for one of his men to zip tie Ghost’s hands. His head was pounding.
“The fuck are you doing Graves?” He managed, feeling his arms drawn behind his back and the edges of a plastic zip tie being tightened around his wrists. Under the car, he could see two men dragging Alejandro into the base. Graves sighed from behind him.
“Its nothin’ personal Ghost, I’m just following orders same as all of us.” his voice was calm again. Simon heard motion behind him, more feet coming up to join Graves. Someone rolled down the collar of his shirt and injected something into his neck. Immediately his vision blurred and he felt himself losing consciousness. Graves removed the gun from his back. “Lights off,” and Ghost blacked out.
Simon woke with a jolt, hands strapped behind him to a chair in a makeshift cell in Alejandro’s base. He blinked away the blurriness in his vision and saw Graves sitting across from him in another chair, leaned forward and staring at him. A guard was stationed in front of the door and another was standing beside him, removing the stim that had been jammed into the lieutenant’s thigh, obviously used to counteract whatever drug had made him pass out in the first place. Graves sighed contently and stood up from his seat.
“Wakey wakey solider,” he taunted. “Sorry about that,” he gestured to the soldier discarding the stim. “I guess we shot you up with a little more than I thought and I don’t have all day to wait for you to wake up.”
Simon tested his bonds, wrists burning as he twisted them in the ropes, searching for any amount of give but they held fast. Graves was close enough to kick if his ankles hadn’t already been bound to the chair legs as well.
“You don’t think you’ve got a lot more than that to be sorry about?” he spat, glaring up at the commander.
Graves pursed his lips, looking down to meet Ghost’s eyes. “Well when I’m done with you I certainly might.” The coldness in his threat was unnerving.
Ghost took a second to assess his predicament before he responded. The room he was in was small and bare, maybe an old office or storage room that had been cleared out for the purpose of storing him. Yellow, flickering lights illuminated the concrete walls and intensified the pain in his head. There was a desk against the side wall, barren aside from a few files and folders. Rain still splattered against the only window in the room and briefly he allowed himself to wonder how Soap was fairing out there, injured and hunted.
A thought for another time, right now Ghost had more pressing issues; like how the hell he was going to get out of this mess and back to his sergeant. There was nothing even remotely sharp in the room, all his gear had been removed from him and he was left in just a pair of military cargos and the long sleeve shirt he wore under his vest. The fuckers even found his hidden boot knife, not that he could have reached it with his hands tied like this anyways. He was thankful at least that they had left his mask on, silly as it was it felt like his last layer of armour and he was grateful for the protection it offered him. He looked back over at Graves, who had moved to the other side of the room and was leaning on the desk.
“Now I’m sure you have lots of questions, why am I doing this, what’s wrong with me, do I know what you’re going to do to me once you escape,” he laughed a little at that last one, “am I on the right track Simon?”
“Just about,” Ghost responded.
Graves nodded his head knowingly. “Well I really just have one for you, Ghost.” He stood up from the desk and walked over to the lieutenant. “How do you know about the missiles?”
Simon stared back in confusion. “The fuck are you talkin’ about? You know how we found them in that shipping container.”
Graves sighed and shook his head in disappointment. “Don’t try to play coy with me Simon, I’m not talking about how you found them. I wanna know who told you that it was us who lost them.”
Now Simon was really and truly confused. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about.” He answered.
Without warning, Graves threw a punch into the soldier’s ribs. Ghost made a noise and doubled over as much as he could with his hands tied behind him.
“See I thought you might say that Ghost.” Graves shook his hand out, knuckles sore from the impact. “But I’ve got intel that suggests that you and your sergeant knew about that mission that went sideways and landed our missiles in Russian hands. Shepherd’s given me clearance to find out who told you by any means necessary and I am not feeling very patient today.”
Simon sat up again, stifling a laugh through his bruised ribs. “Holy fuck,” he sucked in a breath, “you screwed your mission and handed missiles directly to Russia?” Suddenly it made sense to him how intensely Shepard wanted the missiles destroyed and how little he seemed to care about getting intel on where they came from. Almost felt a little stupid for not figuring it out on his own. He laughed again. “Some fuckin’ task force you lot are eh,”
Anger flashed behind Graves’ eyes and he grabbed the lieutenant by the throat, rocking his chair back so it was balanced on two legs. Simon’s eyes widened, his heartbeat quickening with adrenaline.
“Keep fucking laughing Ghost, I’ll beat your ribs through your lungs, see how well you can laugh then.” His eyes were red with anger as he stared down at Ghost. “I want some fucking answers out of you or I’ll make good on that promise and I’ll be smiling as I do it.” Graves released his grip, the chair slamming back on all fours.
Ghost gasped for air quietly, chest heaving with effort. “You’ve fucking lost it,” he panted. “You can keep me tied to this chair and beat me bloody and senseless, there’s still not a damn thing I can tell you.” That was the honest truth of it, but something about the way Graves’ eyes shone with aggression told Simon he still wasn’t gonna get out of this in great shape. Mentally, he prepared himself for whatever beating he was about to receive over answers he couldn’t provide. It’s not like he couldn’t handle getting roughed up, hell, he had handled a lot worse than Graves and he was still standing. Nonetheless, the inevitability of it was still unpleasant.
Graves looked down at him in thought for a second and Ghost braced himself, expecting to receive another blow. Instead, the commander drew his chair in close and sat down again.
“You know you’re right Ghost.” Now that he was not expecting. “I don’t think beating you’s gonna do a damn thing. I know you can take one, shit, you’re so broken you might even like them,” Graves trailed his eyes over Ghost’s restrained form in a way that made the hairs on the back of Simon’s neck stand up and his breath go uneven, “but when you’ve been in the special forces long as I have, you see there are a million different ways to get a man to talk.”
Ghost flinched as Graves put a hand on his leg, thumb stroking lines in his inner thigh with startling intimacy.
“The fuck are you doing?” He felt his voice waiver a little, his composure cracking. Ghost wanted to break his wrist, or at the very least close his legs, but the way he was tied to the chair made both impossible. Instead he focused on stilling his quickening heart and calming the nervousness that had worked its way into his mind.
Graves continued, inching his hand up the man’s thigh until his thumb was damn near in Ghost’s crotch. “Some are a little more fun than others,” Graves stood up, a menacing grin spreading across his face, “although generally just as messy.” Ghost’s heart was racing now, eyes darting around nervously. He hated how quickly the man had dissolved his composure but the implication of his words had made his mind go numb with panic. Graves began unbuckling his pants and Ghost’s stomach turned with horror.
“Graves - please I don’t know wha-“
“Ah ah ah shhh shh sh,” Graves withdrew a handgun from the waistband of his jeans. “If you’re not gonna tell me what I want to hear,” he pulled up Ghost’s balaclava until it was just over his nose, the fabric pooling under the white of the skull, “I’ll find another use for that mouth.” He trailed the end of the handgun over Ghost’s lips and then pressed it firmly under his jaw. The anticipation was making him hard already. He hadn’t had his dick sucked in months and at this point he couldn’t find it in himself to care if Ghost had any intel to offer him or not, the idea of defiling one of the most feared lieutenants in the field had him in overdrive more than any mission ever had before.
He finished unzipping his pants with a hurry and tapped the head of his cock against Ghost’s lips, making them glossy with his precum. The commander forced himself past Ghost’s lips, making him choke back a sob. Shame and anger burned in Simon’s cheeks and for a second he was grateful that his mask hadn’t been removed all the way. Graves was big, and he forced himself far enough into Ghost’s mouth that he choked, eyes watering as his oxygen was cut off by the girth of the man. Graves cocked the gun, an unspoken warning that Ghost shouldn’t dare try anything as stupid as bite him now. The commander stilled once he was fully sheathed, enjoying the small choking sounds Ghost made around him and the way his tears were starting to make the black around his eyes run. He put a hand behind Ghost’s head to keep him from pulling back, and at a deliberately slow pace, began to fuck the lieutenant’s mouth.
“Goddamn you feel good,” Graves sighed, “you sure you haven’t done this before?” He quickened his pace a little, holding Ghost’s head steady as he rocked into it, watching his wet lips swallowing his cock with every thrust. Simon made little cut off gargling sounds as it happened; the vulgarity of it and the way the sounds filled the silent room made the lieutenant scrunch his eyes closed in disgust. Tears tracked makeup down into his balaclava. Graves had been right about one thing, if Ghost had any valuable information he definitely would have been taking now.
“Fuck you sound hot, Simon.” Graves purred. It was laced with so much venom even his praises sounded insulting. “Taking my cock so good, like you were fucking born for it.”
Simon gagged hard after a particularly sharp thrust but the commander didn’t let up, forcing himself fully in again and stilling, holding Ghost’s head from pulling back. Ghost hummed around his cock, desperate for air, tears falling freely now despite how much he wished they wouldn’t. He would hate himself later for how weak and helpless he felt now but there wasn’t a shred of dignity he could have kept for himself through this. Right when he thought he might pass out again, Graves pulled out and Ghost coughed up a fit, gasping for air between each one.
“You are a fucking trooper, baby.” Graves groaned, grabbing the exhausted soldier by the jaw and holding his head up to look at him. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say this isn’t the first time that mouth of yours has been fucked has it?” It was an empty question and Ghost couldn’t find it in him to answer.
“Graves… please I don’t… I didn’t know anything… I’ll forget everything - please I can’t…” Ghost was breathless, still reeling from the assault on his mouth and throat when Graves cut the ties around his ankles and pushed him onto the floor, hands still tightly bound behind him.
“Oh no princess, this, you definitely will not forget.” The commander held Simon face down on the ground, pushing his knees up until they were under him. “Please you can’t - Graves PLEASE,” Ghost was practically whimpering now, a mess of pleading and begging, whatever he thought could get him out of this but the man above him had gone silent.
Graves removed Ghost’s pants with ease, tossing them aside before pushing up the back of his shirt to expose a mess of scars that were splattered along his spine like a constellation. He threw the gun aside and bent one of Ghost’s arms further up, putting so much pressure on his shoulder he nearly dislocated it. Ghost cried out at that and Graves leaned down into his ear.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, not because I think you’ll tell me anything useful, but because I want to. Sucked my cock so pretty you made me forget the whole reason I had you tied up in the first place.” Graves put more weight on Ghost’s arm until he cussed and tried to crawl away.
“You move, I’ll break your fucking arm, you do anything stupid, and one of my men will put a bullet in you, somewhere unimportant so I can keep going.” His voice was low and husky now, deep with lust and something that still sounded like anger. He reached around and shoved two fingers into Ghost’s mouth, deep enough that the man gagged again, before pulling them out and pressing them against his hole. Ghost’s eyes widened as Graves forced them inside of him, groaning and straining as he felt himself being stretched open.
“Damn you’re tight Simon. Lucky I’m even doing this for you,” Graves exhaled, moving his fingers in and out at a brutal pace. He slowed down to spit on Ghost’s entrance before adding a third finger and working them all in past the knuckle.
Ghost was panting now, still begging Graves to stop between breaths. He didn’t, he knew he couldn’t now, and when he got impatient with fingering Ghost open, he replaced the hand on his back with his boot and used both hands to spread Simon’s cheeks, lining the head of his cock up with the lieutenant’s spit slicked hole.
“Now obviously I don’t have anything to ease this in,” Graves said, pushing himself against Ghost’s opening. “So if you need to scream I won’t fault you for it,” he gave a low laugh, “actually I think I might prefer if you do.”
Ghost felt white hot pain as Graves forced himself in, spit doing little to ease the burn of the man’s large cock stretching him open. When just the head was in, Ghost was almost hyperventilating, nails digging into the palms of his hands and his vision going spotty. He couldn’t help making a little noise, whining under his breath from the intrusion. He was determined not to scream though, not after that comment.
“Awh come on,” Graves seemed disappointed as he rolled his hips, shallowly penetrating the man under him. “I wanted you to SCREAM,” with the last word, he snapped forwards with no warning, forcing the rest of his length into Ghost until his balls slapped against the lieutenant’s ass.
And that made him scream. His whole body was jerked forwards from the force of it and he cried out, reduced to a shaking, sobbing mess as Graves pulled out and pushed back into him at a contrastingly slow pace, enjoying the view of his entire dick penetrating Ghost’s pink hole.
“Fuck just like that. Wish you could fucking see this Ghost,” Graves moaned, pushing in as far as he could go and thrusting in place a few times, hoping he was deep enough for Simon to feel it in his guts.
He felt the man quivering underneath him, felt him clenching involuntarily around him, saw his bruised ribs panting with such effort he wondered if Ghost was about to pass out again. Graves picked up the pace, wanting to ruin Simon with a delirious passion. He wanted to break him, feel him sobbing underneath him, make him finish like this, with Graves stretching him open, wanted to paint his insides with cum until they were both exhausted. Even then Graves wasn’t sure that would stop him.
In this position, with one leg kneeling and one boot between Simon’s shoulder blades, it was easy to go as deep as he liked at whatever pace he liked. Ghost made little choked sounds as Graves fucked into him, his hole burning from the girth of it and his guts all slammed around.
He felt the angle of it change and suddenly Graves was hitting something inside him that made a pit grow in his stomach. He was sobbing again, an illiterate mess of pleading and whimpering; if he could form coherent thoughts he would have been ashamed of himself, but he was so wrecked and his senses so overloaded it was a miracle he was even still conscious. Against his own will he felt himself hardening as Graves hammered into his prostate at such a deliciously painful speed.
“You like this don’t you?” The commander growled above him. “My god you’re even more sick then I thought, you’re getting off on this.” The truth of it made Ghost sob harder, broken, heaving sobs that shook his body. Graves picked up the pace, his own orgasm building at the thought of what he was doing to Ghost, what he was going to make him do. Simon felt sick to his stomach; the angle and the speed of his assault, even the pain of it, sent all the right feelings down into his groin.
“Come on baby, let go, I know you need it,” Graves panted into his ear. Ghost buried his head into the floor and bit down on his lip so hard it bled, and all it took was Graves thrusting into him a few more times, at that perfect angle, and he was coming, moaning out loud between ragged breaths, vision completely blacking out.
“Awhhh fffuck,” Graves felt Simon spasming around him and his knees weakened as he reach his own orgasm, pulling Ghost back by the hips so he was as deep as possible, could paint Ghost white as far up into him as possible. The lieutenant felt Graves’ cock throbbing as he bred him, the feeling so sickening he would have thrown up if he could have.
Graves pulled out after a minute, letting Ghost collapse onto the floor again. He hadn’t passed out but he definitely wasn’t getting up any time soon, much less walking. Graves put his pants back on with a satisfied sigh, signalling for his officers to leave the room with him. “Almost don’t wanna lock this door,” Graves said to one of his men on the way out, “how far do you even think he could get limping?” They both laughed. “Let’s see if he feels like talking tomorrow.”
With that, Graves and his men left and closed the door behind them, leaving Ghost in the dark, wishing he had gotten himself killed outside when he had the chance.