Ghost gritted his teeth, the file in his hands suddenly far less important as he saw Belle and Soap walking down the hall. He was immediately pushing down the hall, going against the flow of traffic with the other soldiers but he didn't care. Ghost had given Soap very clear instructions, rules, and this was the exact opposite of what he wanted. Within seconds he was at their side and a little glare on his face as he looked at his teammate who doubled as one of his best friends.

"Why is she out of bed?" Ghost asked, his eyes darting to Belle who scowled a little at how he was talking to Soap rather than her. Soap looked awkwardly between the two of them, clearly not having expected to be caught in the act with her. Belle gave him a little apologetic look, knowing what lecture was about to occur from Ghost.

"She was hungry." Soap tried explaining and Ghost looked back to Belle. She looked in bad shape despite multiple days passing since the mission gone wrong. The bruises had to get worse before they got better, and she had a concussion that worried him more then he'd admit to. Plus, she had a few fractured ribs that would take a few weeks to heal.

"You could've brought her food," Ghost said, his tone sharp and angry as he snapped at the man who he had trusted to take care of her. Soap put his hands in the air as if to show he was innocent, and Belle rolled her eyes as Ghost gave Soap a little glare. "Or called me." Ghost shifted his gaze to Belle who he'd given his number for situations like this.

"You were in a meeting." Belle reminded him and Ghost rolled his eyes, as if that would've stopped him. Sure, the meeting had been important, but it was nothing he hadn't heard before. It was something he was absolutely willing to skip and get the punishment for just to bring her some food and make sure she was staying in bed where she was safe. "And I felt like I was going crazy. I can't sit in my quarters all day." She reasoned with him, and Ghost crossed his arms as if that would intimidate her.

"You can." Ghost huffed, not even willing to hear her argument about her leaving her private quarters. Belle was hurt and that's what mattered in his mind, the doctor had said she needed to stay in bed, and he would listen to the doctor ten times over before whatever she had to say about it. He knew full well that Belle wanted to get back to her daily tasks even if she was injured and had taken it upon himself to make sure she followed the doctor's orders. "And you should be." He said motioning to the hall as if telling her to go back to her bed.

"Johnny." Belle looked to the Sottish man who was completely willing to leave.

"Yup." Soap said, quickly turning on his heel and turning into the mess hall. Ghost's brows furrowed a little as he glanced between Belle and Soap, not exactly happy with the little interaction between the two. Not jealous, of course, but not understand when she had started calling him by his legal name rather than his callsign.

"Since when do you call him Johnny?" Ghost grumbled, not even bothering to hide his little irritation at the sudden change. Belle crossed her arms and tried to cover up the little wince which came from her at the little pressure on her ribs. Ghost rolled his eyes at how she tried to hide it from him when he had been more invested in her injuries then she had.

"It's his name." Belle simply said which was something that Ghost couldn't truly argue with. She had the habit of calling him by his real name despite his multiple complaints to her about it. But for some reason he had figured that was just something she did to get under his skin, not that she called everyone by their name.

"I don't like it." Ghost grumbled, words almost silent as he silently admitted how he felt about that, his words coming off more frustrated than anything. Belle rubbed her face, not believing that he was unhappy with her calling people by their name but decided to not start a damn argument about it. "Come on, I'll take you back to bed." Ghost said, gently grabbing her arm, his hand swallowing her bruised wrist with an uncharacteristic gentleness.

"Simon." Belle tried to argue, just wanting to get out of her quarters and to the mess hall for the first time in the last few days. But Ghost wasn't willing to hear any argument, wanting her safe and in bed where she could properly heal and be safe.

"No." Ghost said, practically dragging her down the halls back towards her private quarters.

"Simon." Belle repeated with a grumble, trying to dig her boots into the ground with little success and earning an annoyed huff from Ghost. He came to a stop once they were alone in a hallway which was out of the way, turning to hear whatever she had to say but not truly going to listen. Still, she was going to try. "Why are you in a bad mood today?"

"I'm in a bad mood everyday Isabelle." Ghost grumbled. He wasn't exactly lying, he had been noticeably more irritable since Belle had gotten hurt, but he didn't exactly care. She had been hurt and he was allowed to be pissed about her being injured.

"Not like this." Belle pointed out with a hint of frustration in her voice.

"You stress me out." Ghost finally said, getting annoyed that she wasn't dropping this and just listening for once. He just needed her in bed, needed her to heal and get better. That wasn't exactly a lot to ask for, if anything it was bare minimum in his opinion. "You're supposed to be in bed." He kept his voice low, not bothering to hide his extreme frustration with what she was doing and how she was going against what was best for her. "What if you get hurt again? Or make it worse?"

"It's a military base, I won't get hurt." Belle tries to insist, trying to make him see why it wasn't such a horrible idea for her to walk around the base. It wasn't like she was training or working out, she was simply walking to the mess hall with a friend. A friend that Ghost had assigned as her babysitter when he wasn't around.

"I'm not done yet," Ghost cut her off before she could go on with more reasons as to why she was fine. Belle raised her eyebrows a little at his tone, realizing just how pissed he was at her in that exact moment. "You could make it worse, you need time to heal." He insisted, angry that she wasn't caring for herself, angry that she wasn't thinking about herself in the way which he was.

"I was getting food," Belle argued, looking up at him and Ghost stepped closer, tipping his head down to continue to hold that eye contact. Belle took a small step back in defiance, glowering up at him as she tried to reason with the man twice her size who was clearly pissed with her.

"I don't care if you were going to meet the Queen of England." Ghost told her, taking another step closer to her in the empty hallway. He was so tired of her worrying about everyone and everything else, except for her. She was a priority, but she didn't act like it. She needed to heal, to get better and be able to return to her everyday life. But in his mind, it was like she was actively trying to do the opposite and it was driving him mad.

"You were in a meeting," Belle huffs, annoyed that he was pushing this so hard. She knew herself, knew her limits and didn't think that her going to the mess hall was this much of a problem. Ghost's frustrated eyes shifted between her eyes, down to her mouth then back to her eyes, the angry glint not leaving his gaze once. "What was I meant to,"

Ghost didn't let her get another word out, leaning his head down and finally closing that space between them. Belle's shoulders tensed a little, but she let him push her back against the wall, her hands moving to rest on his chest as she melted into the kiss. He easily dominated the kiss, his hands coming to rest on her waist, his touch gentle but firm all at once. And he was absolutely addicted in the worst way possible as her hands came to snake around his shoulders, his biting gently on her bottom lip, craving access to her, wanting everything she'd give him.

She broke the kiss, pulling away to breathe. She was panting, every breath making her chest rise and fall, her skin felt on fire, and he didn't stop. His mouth trailed across her jaw, leaving small kisses in its wake before kissing along her throat. His hand ran up her side, coming to her neck and he tilted her head back, giving him more skin to leave hot open mouth kisses along as she tried, and failed, to catch her breath.

"We can't, we shouldn't," Belle's words were broken little sentences, his mouth quick to leave a few dark marks along her collarbones, easy to hide. But he'd know they were there. His mind was lost, completely on her as he moved his mouth back to hers, wanting and craving more. He'd never been this infatuated with a person, never met someone who got under his skin like she did, and he would never admit it but he was obsessed with her lips against his, the feel of his mouth on her flesh.

"Just kiss me." Ghost grumbled, his voice rough and husky, wanting and needing more. He brought his mouth back to hers and she let a little breath out, her lungs on fire as he deepened the kiss. Deep down Ghost knew she was right, that they shouldn't be doing this but here they were. And he didn't want to stop, he wanted to savor this for however long she'd allow it to last, ready to pull away the minute she said stop.

"Simon," She breathed out, his name leaving her lips, spilling onto his inn the best way possible. He was addicted, completely obsessed. Her body fit so well against his, her mouth so sweet and body so warm. He was a goner, he had been the minute he realized just how much she cared. His friends would never let him live it down but that was a problem for another time.

"Stop." The words slipped from Ghost's lips, so much more needy than he wished he would've sounded. But it was how he felt, needy. So damn needy. It had been so long since he'd felt this way towards a woman, so long since he'd had a genuine connection which wasn't just a one-night stand or a casual fling. This was real, a real connection that he wanted to cling to. "Just," Ghost breathed out, his lips moving to hers again, wanting to savor her taste and memorize how her mouth fit against his, the feel of her body in his hands as he held her close, everything in his body screaming at him to never stop.

But then there were footsteps down the hall. When Ghost felt her push gently against his chest, he knew it had come to an end, despite him wishing it would last just a moment longer. Ghost admired in silence the soft look on her face, the way she was blushing such a pretty shade of pink and was out of breath. His eyes went back to the group of soldiers who were coming down the hall, heading in for the night since it was clearly past dinner now. Ghost rubbed his face, also turning away from the group to keep them from identifying him but the group paid neither him or Belle any mind. They were gone and down the hall within seconds, unaware of the scene which they had just interrupted with their loud presence. Ghost licked his lips, running a hand through his hair before looking back to Belle.

"Get back to bed." Ghost said, his voice still husky but much less angry than it had been before. He couldn't stop staring at her, admiring her and wanting more. She looked so pretty and flustered, not meeting his eyes yet. He tugged his mask back down, hiding his face again and thankful for how it hid the way he was flushed as well. "I'll bring you something." He added, his voice softer than before.

"Bring, uh, fruit." Belle muttered and Ghost watched how she shifted awkwardly, still flustered and he wanted to step forwards. He wanted to touch her again, kiss her again but instead he just nodded at her words, trying to focus on that instead of his want of her. "Something sweet." She requested and Ghost nodded again, looking at her for a moment far too long.

"Yeah, sweet, alright." Ghost nodded. There was a beat of silence between them, a brief second of eye contact and Ghost almost stepped back forwards. He almost tried to close the space again, but she stepped back. And they split up, heading in their own directions, both of their minds racing as they caught up on what just happened.