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Howling At The Moon

Sergeant Quinn MacLeod, call sign “Wolf”, stepped off the helicopter onto the tarmac below. It was significantly warmer weather than it had been when she’d left base to come here, having only traveled a few hundred miles down South. Hoisting her backpack on and grabbing the duffle bag, she turned to be greeted by a familiar face.

“Wolf, it’s good to see you again” smiled Captain Price. She nodded once.
“Same to you, Sir” she smiled back. Price extended a hand, which she took with her free one, and gave it a firm shake.
“I’d like you to meet your colleagues, Task Force 141” Price said, gesturing behind him.
A group of three men stood behind him. She audibly gasped when she saw the tallest of the group. The behemoth stood silently, arms crossed in front of his chest, face covered by a skull mask.

This elicited a chuckle from the mohawked man in front of him, only just taller than Wolf herself.
“That’s Ghost, lass” he said. Wolf noted the strong Scottish accent.
“Don’t worry, he looks meaner than he actually is, he’s really just a giant teddy b-“ “Oi!” the Scotsman was interrupted by the giant behind him.
The rest of the group just laughed, telling Wolf that there was no real animosity. She approached the group.

“Men, this is Sergeant Quinn MacLeod” Price announced. “You can call me Wolf” she said, smiling at them. “Pleasure to meet you, Lass. I’m Johnny MacTavish, but you can call me Soap” the Scotsman said.
“Always good to have another Scot on the team” he extended his hand which Wolf took, shaking it firmly before letting go.
“You’re Glaswegian, aren’t you?” Wolf smiled. Soap laughed.
“Aye I am, but I’d know your accent fae anywhere, Fifer” he teased.

She was next approached by the lad in the baseball cap, his dark eyes giving her the once over before smiling.
“Kyle Garrick, but here I go by Gaz. It's nice to meet you” he said. They shook hands.
She moved to the spectre of Death himself. She felt the glare before she saw it, looking up into his hazel eyes that were nearly concealed by his mask.

“Lieutenant Riley to you, Sergeant” was all he said, his Mancunian accent thick. The heat rolled off of him. Wolf was tall, 5ft 9 to be precise, but Ghost still towered over her.
“Pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Sir” was all she said. She wouldn’t be intimidated by him. She hadn’t gone through the Hell that was basic training as a woman to be intimidated by someone like Ghost.

“Right, let’s get you settled into your new home. Everything was sorted before your arrival, but there’s still some paperwork to be signed” Price said, resting a hand on Wolfs shoulder.
She nodded, and the group started making their way towards the building. The entire time, Wolf felt Ghosts eyes burning into her back.
No, she would not be intimidated.

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Once she had settled in her room, Wolf decided a shower was necessary. She had been disappointed to see that private bathrooms were not a thing here, and it was all shared. Showers included.
Grabbing her toiletries and a towel, Wolf made her way out of her room. Walking down the hall, a door to her left opened and out stepped Soap.

“Sergeant” she acknowledged, startling the other Scot.
“Oh, Wolf, hey. Where you off to?” Soap asked. She showed him what she was carrying.
“Just freshening up” she said. Soap smiled suggestively.
“Take it you don’t mind sharing with us lads?” he asked.
“Naw, I’m used to it. Don’t always have the luxury on duty” she said. She waved as she continued on her way.
Reaching the showers, she stepped in. It was like the showers back on her last base. No separate cubicles, no shower curtains. More like the showers at a swimming pool.

She began to undress, folding her clothes and laying them on a bench. She pulled her hair out from the bun it was in, jet black waves falling down her back. Turning the shower on, she stepped under the hot water, audibly moaning. Hot showers were the best.
She let the water run over her head, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. She barely registered the door opening, her back turned so she wasn’t concerned. Heavy footsteps echoed in the bathroom as Wolf began to wash her hair, with the shampoo she pulled out of her bag. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other person come into view.

It was Ghost.

Turning her head slightly, his back was turned to her. Her eyes trailed down his body and back up. She could appreciate that, at least from the neck down, he was attractive.
“Like what you see, Sergeant?” came the gruff voice, shocking Wolf out of her admiration. She blushed heavily, looking away immediately. How the Hell did he know she'd been looking at him?

She heard him chuckle. She looked back, noting his balaclava was still on.
“Do you always wear that thing? Even in the shower?” she asked. He turned his head to look at her.
“Even in the shower, MacLeod” he drawled. Wolf rolled her eyes.
“Seems like a great way to water board yourself Riley…” she murmured.

A hand was suddenly gripping the back of her neck and was pushing her against the wall face first, and she felt the mass of muscle behind her, heat that had nothing to do with the shower.
He was pressed against her, holding her there. She felt his breath against her ear, telling her that his mask was off.
“That’s Lieutenant Riley, Sergeant” he growled in her ear. She couldn’t help the whimper that left her.
She squirmed against him, trying to get free of him.

“Get off of me” she snarled. He chuckled.
“Get off of you who, Sergeant?” he asked. She felt his mouth ghost over her ear. Wolfs anger flared, and she was certain he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Get off of me, Lieutenant Sir” she ground out.

Her back suddenly felt cold as he moved off of her. Her face was bright red as she finished showering. She barely looked at him as she dried off, got dressed and all but bolted out of the shower room.
Ghost watched her go. He’d have been lying if he hadn’t enjoyed that little bit of power play, but he knew she was going to be trouble.

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As Wolf settled into the routine of being at a new base, she got closer to her colleagues, with the exception of Ghost. After their encounter in the shower, she felt a little wary around him. He confused the fuck out of her quite honestly.

Donning her fatigues, Wolf made her way to the mess hall for breakfast. She spotted the 141 all at a table and made her way to join them. Soap spotted her first, giving her a big grin as she sat down next to Gaz.

“Mornin’ Wolf!” he said. She visibly winced, looking at Gaz.
“Is he always this chipper first thing?” she asked. Gaz nodded.
“Yup, and this is before coffee” he said. Wolf shook her head.
“Before? I’d hate to see what you’re like afterwards” she murmured. Soap just gave her a wink. She noticed that Ghost was just sat across from her, sans skull mask but in his balaclava, silently staring at her.

“I can show you later on if you’d like” Soap said, wiggling his eyebrows. Wolf groaned and rolled her eyes
“Fuck me you lot” Ghost groaned, finally speaking up.
“With pleasure, Lieutenant” Wolf deadpanned without even thinking.

Gaz, who’d been in the middle of taking a sip of his coffee, just about choked on it. Soaps jaw dropped and Wolf froze once she realised what she’d said. She didn’t dare look at Ghost. She did not want to see the look he was giving her. Both Gaz and Soap burst out laughing and Wolf grinned sheepishly at them.

“She- Holy shit Lt! Ah cannae!” Soap wheezed while Gaz just gave up, covering his mouth with his hand as he tried not to spit his coffee out. Wolf slowly turned her head to look at the Lieutenant, only to see the death glare he was giving her.

Oh shit.

He slowly rose from his seat, hands resting on the table as he leant down to look Wolf dead in the eyes.
“Sergeant MacLeod, a word” he all but growled. Soap and Gaz stopped laughing when they heard the tone of his voice.
“Aw, c’mon Lt. Don’t give the lass a hard time” Soap said. Ghosts eyes never left Wolfs’.
“Now” he demanded. Wolf stood up, and as soon as she had moved around the table to him, Ghost grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and marched her out of the mess hall, which had gone deathly silent behind them.

He marched her all the way back to the sleeping quarters belonging to the task force. Finally releasing her, only to turn on her, slamming her against the wall by her shoulder, hands at either side of her head and glowering down at her. She glared back up at him, refusing to back down. He was seriously overreacting.

“Mind explaining what the Hell that was back there? Do you think that’s an appropriate thing to say to your Lieutenant?” he growled.
“Well, excuse the fuck out of me, Lieutenant, but it was a joke and you need to lighten the Hell up, Sir” she threw back. Ghosts eyes hardened. Wolf was playing with fire and she knew it, but she was not going to be bullied by him.

One of the hands by her head was suddenly around her throat, tight enough to make her dizzy but not tight enough to restrict breathing, and he moved closer to her, his body now pressing hers against the wall. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Do not ever talk back to me like that again, MacLeod. I’m your Lieutenant, and I can make your life Hell on this taskforce” he growled.

Wolf moved her hands to grab onto his wrist, watching as he pulled back, his hazel eyes never leaving hers. Wolf was too stubborn to back down. She caught the look in his eyes. The fucker was smiling.
“If you want to stay in this Taskforce, you will fall in line soldier. Is that understood?” Ghost threatened. Wolf continued to glare up at him, eyes unblinking, and she nodded. The grip around her throat tightened.

"I didn't hear that, Sergeant" Ghost growled.
“Yes, Sir” she ground out, and Ghost released her, but not before giving her throat one last squeeze. He turned and stalked off, Wolf rolling her shoulders and pushing herself off the wall.
“Wolf, are you alright?” came the voice of Soap. She turned to him.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just got a swift reminder to behave or I’d be kicked out” she said.
“It was totally unnecessary. We’ve made worse jokes to Lt. I’ll talk to him later“ Soap said.
“I’m alright Johnny, really. I’m a big girl, I can handle the Lieutenant. I’ll just be sure to stay out of his way as much as I can” she smiled sincerely. It was always good to have someone watching your six.

Soap hesitated, before nodding.
“Any time, Wolf” he said.
“Right, training in twenty. Let’s get you some food” his hand on the small of her back, and he guided her back to the mess hall. This would make training more interesting…

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“C’mon Soap! Kick his arse!” Wolf yelled out. Her and the rest of the 141 were in hand to hand combat training. Soap was up against Gaz in the centre of the floor. Soap seemed to be losing, until he delivered a kick to the back of the knee, causing Gaz to lose his balance. Soap was on him, jumping on his back and wrapping his legs around his throat, making them fall back onto the floor.

“Yield, Garrick!” Soap laughed. Three taps on the floor told Soap that Gaz surrendered, and Soap let the Englishman go. They got to their feet laughing. Across the way, Ghost was watching silently.
“Arite! Who wants to have a go then?” The Scotswoman laughed. It was going to be fun showing them her hand to hand skills.
“What, seriously? None of ye’?” she asked incredulously.

“I will” Ghost said, moving forwards to meet Wolf in the middle of the room. She quirked an eyebrow. He still wasn’t wearing his skull mask. She smirked at him as they began to circle one another. Payback was going to be a bitch.

“Come on Wolf!” Soap yelled, clapping his hands. She watched every move Ghost made. They were about to find out why she was called Wolf. Ghost suddenly lunged at her and she darted backwards. A false start. She grinned, circling him again.

“Awww, is the scary Ghost afraid of the big bad Wolf?” she taunted. It was his turn to quirk an eyebrow as she heard the laughs of Gaz and Soap. He lunged again, but this time he swung at her with a closed fist, which she blocked, returning the favour with a short jab aimed at his nose. He backed up just in time.
More circling. He went for her again, this time aiming to grab her by the waist. She darted backwards again, dodging his grip.

“Come on Ghost! You’ve gotta move faster than that!” she laughed. She could tell he was getting frustrated. It was her turn to attack. A front kick to his abdomen, which he swiftly blocked, but Wolf wasn't done. She threw a right hook, which Ghost barely blocked in time. Wolf grinned, almost in a predatory manner. She was playing with him, wearing him down with each attempted punch and kick. She was using his size against him as she darted back and forth, dodging his attacks.

Wolf swung around in a roundhouse that aimed for his head, which he blocked, but then grabbed her ankle with his corresponding hand, trying to unbalance her.

He had her, or so he thought.

She jumped up on her free leg, grabbing at his vest as she clambered onto him. Using the temporary surprise, she freed her leg and wrapped it around his waist. She looked down at him, grinning.

“Hi there Lt” she panted.
“Sergeant” he nodded. She could tell by his eyes that he was also smiling. The look quickly darkened as his arms wrapped around her waist and using his strength, he lifted her off and dropped her to the ground, forcing the air out of her lungs.

Then he was on her, between her legs as he grabbed her by the wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head, his free hand closing around her throat. She glowered up at him.

“Do you yield, Sergeant?” he grinned down at her.
“Not a chance in Hell” she snarled. She wrapped a leg around his waist, causing her hips to lift and meet his. He hissed, distracted for just a second. She smirked. That was exactly the reaction she’d aimed for. She then bridged her hips with her other leg, twisting and rolling them over and him now onto his back with her straddling him. He stared up at her, wide eyed. She smirked down at him.

“So, Lieutenant” she panted.

“Do you yield?”.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit” she heard Soap say.
“She actually bested Ghost…” Gaz responded.
“Well done, Wolf” came the voice of Price.
Wolf’s head spun around to see the Captain had stepped into the gymnasium, and she quickly scrambled off of Ghost and to her feet. Ghost also got to his feet.

“At ease” Price said and the members of 141 relaxed.
“Just to let you all know, our monthly night out has been moved up to tonight” Price grinned.
“Alright!” Gaz cheered, turning to Soap and raising his hand to give him a high five.
“Gather at the main entrance at 18:00 hours sharp” Price said.
“Yes Sir!” the task force chorused.
“Oh, and Wolf? It’s best dressed” Price said with a smile, before turning and leaving the gymnasium.

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After their training, the team headed off to the mess for lunch, and then some down time after. Wolf chose this opportunity to go for a much needed shower. She entered the shower room to find it already occupied by the hulking mass that was Ghost. He was at one of the benches, undressing.

“Lt” she said as she wandered in, him seemingly unfazed by her sudden appearance.

“Sergeant” he responded. He was still wearing that damn balaclava, despite being in a state of undress. She turned her back to him as she undressed, folding her fatigues on the bench and then moving to a shower two down from Ghost. Turning the shower on, she began to wash, her back turned to him once again. She didn’t hear him as he moved about. The guy really was like a ghost.

“I hope I didn’t bruise your ego too badly, Lieutenant” she said as she closed her eyes to wash her hair. She heard a chuckle.

“It would take more than that, Wolf” came his response.

“I was actually pretty impressed that you used my size against me like that”. It was Wolf’s turn to laugh.

“Hey, you don’t get to choose the size of your opponent, and back in basic we had to know how to use something like that to their advantage” she said, opening her eyes. She stopped short. His back was turned to her, but it wasn’t that which made her stop, nor the extent of the tattoos and scars that covered his back, those she had seen before.

His balaclava was off.

Ghost was blond. She should have guessed with his eyelashes, but still, she had not expected that. Realising what she was seeing, she quickly turned away from him, not sure she was supposed to have seen that. It felt very private.

“Sergeant” she heard him say.

“Yes Lt?” she asked, not looking at him. She rinsed her hair.

“Look at me, Sergeant” he said. She took a breath. Why was he asking her that? She opened her eyes, turning to look at him and her eyes went wide. Ghost was gorgeous, and he looked so different without the black grease paint around his eyes. Her eyes took his face in, taking in his strong jaw, the scar across his cheek, his lips… They flicked back up to meet his.

“Lieutenant…” she whispered.

“Simon. My name is Simon” he said, stepping closer to her. He raised a hand to cup her cheek, looking down at her with a soft expression, before dropping his hand and moving away, the figurative mask back on.

Wolf just stood there, blinking for a second, before resuming her shower. She didn’t look at Ghost again, even as she got redressed and made her way out of the showers and back to her room, unaware that Ghost watched her as she did. 

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Wolf stood before the mirror in her room, giving herself one last look over before leaving to meet the others. She’d opted for a knee length black velvet dress and black heels. Her hair was down and curled. She wasn't often one for makeup, but she'd decided to make an effort with some foundation and eyeliner at the very least, deciding last minute to put some dark lipstick on. Sliding on some bracelets and a necklace with a skull pendant, she gave herself a once over in her mirror. She was ready.

She grabbed her black wool cloak. She opted to not wear it as she left her room, grabbing her coffin clutch on the way out. Her heels echoed down the hallway as she made her way to the meeting place. She heard the laughter of the boys, stopping and taking a deep breath before continuing down the hall.

Her heels echoed in the empty building, and she could hear the voices of the lads. She saw the boys when she got to the main entrance. Soap was facing her, where Gaz, Ghost and Price had their back to her. Price wore a tweed suit, which she guessed didn’t surprise her, as well as black dress shoes and wasn't wearing his hat. Soap was wearing a black button down shirt and a black tie with black dress trousers and his combat boots.

Gaz wore a white button down and black dress trousers, along with a red tie and dress shoes. Ghost… Well, Ghost was Ghost, wearing his black fatigues. He was wearing the balaclava and the skull mask. Soaps face must have caught the attention of the other because they turned to see Wolf coming from the hallway and stopped short.

“Ho-lee SHIT Wolf! You look fucking gorgeous!” Soap whooped. Wolf faltered and giggled when she saw the lads were stunned by her appearance. 

“Give us a twirl, Lass” Soap said, and Wolf obliged, spinning once for them.

“Right lads, and lass. On me” Price said. Wolf moved to put her cloak on, but a large hand closed over her forearm. She looked to see Ghost standing next to her.

"Allow me” he said, taking her cloak from her and opening it. He wrapped it around her shoulders, fastening it for her. He leaned down with the pretense of fixing her collar, except to whisper in her ear “Beautiful”.

Wolf could feel her face turn red as Ghost moved away. Just what was his deal? She followed on behind, into the frigid Northern English air and to the jeep that would take them to their location.

Wolf was squeezed in the middle of the back seat between Ghost and Soap. Gaz was in front with Price. She could feel Ghosts gaze on her and turned to look at him, smiling before looking away again until she felt his warm hand on her thigh. It never moved the whole ride to their destination.

God he confused the fuck out of her.