As you sit in your favorite little coffee shop drinking your usual favorite, you look at the contract on your phone screen. Again and again, you poured over it, your mind reeling at how strange it truly was. You'd then choose to look away for a while as your mind ran through the information, only for your gaze to return to it. To be drawn back to it. Were you seriously considering this?
This could NOT be real.. right?
You stared at the application, realizing how vague it was. It was a military contract, yes. Even requiring a special code each time you'd pull the contract back up. The position was supposedly for a 'mental health advocate' of sorts. The application stated that you would have to give your services to a certain cell in the military, remaining on the base at all times. You'd be their ear, their comfort. There to listen. But it was more than obvious to you, that it was more than what was being clearly stated.
How did most men like to deal with their emotions? Sex. You knew that better than anyone in your time doing sex work online. It wasn't like you had any real credentials to provide any services regarding mental health, outside of being friendly and chatting with some of the men who paid you for your content often enough. Many of them admitted they were in the military, although they never said specifically which particular branch they belonged to for obvious reasons. You weren't sure why they were so drawn to you. Maybe it was just the way you'd talk to them. Listen to them. Make them feel special and cared for.
Something about the whole thing piqued your curiosity. Not only was it an interesting proposition to begin with, but the application was sent directly to you. This wasn't something you applied for, no. You assumed someone had found your email through your sites and social media and decided to contact you. Although, considering this was the military, they could have certainly gotten your information in a number of different ways.
You hated to admit it, and you knew it was wrong by societal standards to think this way, but being a sexual comfort to a bunch of big military men was honestly a huge fantasy for you. All those tough and powerful men desiring you, full of pent up frustration and needing a release from it all and turning to you for it. Using your body to find that release and little piece of heaven to distract from the shit they had to do, the shit they've done.. It makes you feel anxious and excited at the same time.
In all honesty though.. you felt something for those poor military men who paid to talk to you online. A lot of the time.. It never fails to tug at your heartstring when it happens. They'd always tell you the most horrific things that have happened to them in their time serving, things they couldn't forget and things they'd have nightmares about, and they'd usually just want you to listen to them for a while. They didn't seem to have anyone that they could talk to, and you were always happy to provide an ear. Even if they were there just for your content at first, quite a few of them quickly became aware of what a kind woman you are. How much you cared, how well you'd listen and take time out of your days for them. You imagined 'talking about your feelings' amongst those military men was probably frowned upon or not taken very seriously amongst their peers. You felt for them. You liked helping them. It gave you a good feeling, like you were doing some good for these men. Not just helping them blow their loads, but helping them in other ways too.
You sigh, sipping your coffee that was slowly getting cold on you from the length of time you'd been sitting there. Even everything in the coffee shop faded away to the background as you sat there alone. None of the other people mattered, the sounds and the smells, it was just you and that damn application you couldn't stop staring at.
"Fuck it." You whispered to yourself, tapping on your phone screen and just giving in to curiosity.
You always remembered the phrase, curiosity killed the cat. You were hoping that wouldn't be the case this time.
You send the email, taking a few more sips of your coffee. Within only a few minutes, you were getting a phone call. It was an unknown number, private. You tap your screen to answer, slowly placing it to your ear.
"Hello?" You question. A voice speaks from the other line, a dark, deep British accent. It was quiet on the other side of the line, no background noise whatsoever.
"This is the one who contacted you about the job." He says bluntly. "Can you come by and meet me this evening?" He asks, getting straight to the point. You were a bit shocked, listening to this already being set in motion so quickly. You composed yourself quickly to form a response.
"Oh.. Yeah, absolutely. When should I be there? And.. where should I go?" You ask. You hear a bit of rustling in the background and another man speaking. You couldn't make out what was being said between the two of them. He then returns his attention back to you.
"You're at the coffee shop downtown, right? The one with the red roof. Dimly lit place" You should be surprised, but these people are the military. It's not shocking at all that they would watch you and keep an eye on you if they were interested in you like this.
"I am." You say, looking around the room and wondering if anyone inside was the one keeping an eye on you. Everyone looked fairly normal and showed no signs of being there just to spy on you. Of course, it made sense. It was just a little unnerving at the same time though, knowing how easily they could find you.
"I have someone who will pick you up. He'll be there in five. Don't make him wait." The man tells you, still blunt and direct. He seems very cold and off putting, to say the least. A man in the military very well could be though. That accent was certainly nice to listen to at least..
"I won't, no problem." You tell him. He immediately hangs up without saying goodbye. You shake your head, sighing.
If you end up taking this job, you'll probably have to get used to things like that.
Exactly five minutes pass by. Precisely on the dot, you see a sleek black SUV park right in front of the shop. Unmarked. A man exits the passenger side, wearing the typical camo military gear and sunglasses. He doesn't seem to have any weapons on him directly. He points at you through the window and motions his finger for you to come to him. Standing up, you toss your coffee cup into the trash. You get a few lingering looks from the other customers in the coffee shop. Raised eyebrows and silent whispers. You stepped outside, the little bell ringing as you opened the door. Approaching the man, you smiled.
"Hello." You say to him. His sunglasses prevented you from seeing where he might be looking. Wordlessly, he walks to the back of the SUV, opening the back door for you. You awkwardly smile at him as you slip inside. Closing the door for you, he gets back inside the passenger side, and motions for the driver to take off. Neither of them seem to pay much attention to you as the vehicle begins to move.
The vehicle is.. Incredibly clean and slick. Pristine, almost. Like it had recently been cleaned. The windows in the back were so darkly tinted, you couldn't see a damn thing out of them. It had to have been damn near illegal. It was evening, and the sun was fading behind the skyline, causing you to see even less of where you might be headed.
You want to talk, but aren't sure if you should. You can't tell if either of them are looking back at you in the mirror or not. With the sunglasses they were wearing, it felt like they could have been staring you down the whole time.. Or maybe not. You do your best to stay composed in front of them, keeping your eyes elsewhere as much a possible.
It doesn't take too long for you to arrive at what was clearly a special military base outside of town. A seemingly long, rectangular shaped complex from first glance. There were multiple buildings of different sizes throughout the complex, as well as what seemed to be a massive garage building. You could see vehicles inside as you caught the garage doors closing. Other SUVs, just like this one. But you didn't catch everything that was inside from the quick glimpse you were able to get.
It was well lit, abuzz with activity. Soldiers lined the tops of the wall surrounding the base, holding their guns. They stood at attention, watching every area outside the complex with a keen eye. Some were walking back and forth along the walls, also monitoring everything and everyone with a sense of purpose and determination.
The SUV you're in pulls up to a checkpoint near what appeared to be the main entrance. The man in the driver's seat talks to the man at the checkpoint about your arrival.
"Here with a special package." The driver mentioned, pointing his thumb back toward you. The man at the checkpoint peeks into the back of the car to look at you. You see a slight smirk on his face.
"Head on in. Straight to the big man." He ushered, motioning his hand as the gate began to open before you. As you were driven inside the complex, you were brought before a building in the center, appearing to be the largest one. The heart of it all. The front door was guarded by two men with.. Large weapons in their hands. Standing at attention and ready for any signs of danger.
Both men move to step out of the car, as the driver opens the back door and allows you to step out.
"Follow me." The man says coldly with hardly a glance. You follow the man through the large doors, past the guards. You feel their gaze on you, their heads following you every step you take even as they were meant to be guarding, paying attention. You appeared to be the thing they wanted to keep their attention on the most.
The inside of the complex was quite simple. All concrete and metal. The main area was a large room that held ready to go equipment and weapons. Bags packed and ready to be grabbed, if needed. There were multiple doors to head through to different parts of the building. It looked a little convoluted to you, since almost all the doors were unlabeled and unmarked with any signs of which room is which.
The driver of the SUV leads you down a particular hallway, through a corridor with even more doors as you pass by. You knew it would take.. A lot of time to get used to the layout of this confusing building, if you were even allowed to roam freely in it. You continue to follow him as he begins to lead you up a flight of metal stairs.
As you were led throughout the complex, it was impossible not to notice the men passing by you with each step. They stared at you like they hadn't seen a woman in ages. They looked hungry . Almost like.. Animals that were starving for even a sliver of meat to sate their bellies. They began to whisper to one another, giving nods of approval or eyebrow raises of curiosity and surprise. Something about it excited you to the very core. You swallowed hard as you watched them all, trying to keep your composure and remain as calm as you could.
You smiled and waved sweetly at some of them, offering a release from the tension you felt inside yourself. In turn, they would then practically eye hump you. Some of them began bragging to their friends, nudging them to make each other jealous that you'd shown them a moment of attention.
"Dude, I think she likes me." One of them whispered to his buddy, nudging him with his elbow. The other man rolled his eyes.
"Get over yourself, man. She's just bein' nice." He responded.
Some of them even began stepping closer to you, in an attempt to talk to you and get your attention before anyone else could.
"Fuck off, Ghost wants to talk to her first." The driver told the men who attempted it. They grumbled in irritation before stepping back to let you both continue on. But their eyes.. Their eyes never left you until you completely disappeared from sight.
Ghost? Huh..
The man leading you suddenly stops in front of an inconspicuous door in the middle of a long hallway. There was no indication of this being anything but a normal room. Unmarked and unlabeled, just like every other door in the complex.
"Ghost is in here." He motions his head toward the door, moving to remain standing at the ready in front of the door. You nod your head, smiling at him.
"Oh, thank you.." You say quietly. You open the door as quietly as you can without even thinking about it, probably due to your nerves being a little on edge. Shyly, you step inside, closing the door behind you. The room was simple, all concrete with a desk at the center. It was small, the only other furniture being the chairs on each side of the desk, as well as another off in a corner. There were floor lamps in each corner behind the desk. You step close to the chair across from the man sitting behind it.
Ghost.
He wore a balaclava, only revealing his deep, brown eyes to you. He wore an inconspicuous grey sweatshirt with his hood up. He didn't dress or seem like a man in charge at all. But maybe that was the point.
His gaze met yours as you stood next to the metal chair.
"Sit." He said simply, showing no emotions. His gaze is cold and almost unnerving as he watches you sit in the simple metal folding chair across from him. He was remaining motionless, to the point of it being completely intimidating. There were folders and papers on his desk, scattered about. But they had been covered before you entered the room, or flipped to hide anything written on them.
"Hi." You said with a small smile and a slight nod of your head. "It's nice to meet you.." You trail off, wanting to know the best way to address him. If you've learned anything about men in your life.. You knew right now, in this moment and in this place, you were extremely vulnerable. You damn sure need to be careful with your actions and your words.
"Ghost." He says, still cold. Still unmoving. You nod your head in understanding.
"Okay, Ghost.." You clear your throat. There was a long silence between the two of you. It was awkward, filled with a strange tension that you couldn't really place. If he's the one who reached out to you, then why was he being so.. Quiet? You began to try and speak up, trying to cut some of the tension on your own.
"How did you find me? I mean.. Why are you offering this job to me?" You ask, genuinely curious. He sighs, sitting back in his chair casually. He appeared.. Frustrated, or annoyed. It was something that was difficult to place since he seemed so emotionless.
"I still can't even believe I'm doin' this.." He shakes his head before continuing. "Few of my men like you. Told me about you." He admits, shrugging his shoulders. "They're quite fond of that.. stuff you make online." He says, still leaving you unsure about the situation. About him. You smile, trying to be friendly.
"I'm glad to hear that." You say, sweetly. "Have you.. looked at my stuff yourself?" You ask curiously.
"No." He remarks bluntly. His eyes still don't move. He was incredibly hard for you to read, and you always thought you had skill at reading others.
"Okay.." You say, breathing out shakily. "Then.. Why am I here, exactly? I can tell by the vagueness of the wording in the contract there's something more involved." He nods his head slightly to you, tilting his head slightly to crack his neck.
"We knew you were capable of reading between the lines." They must have spent a lot of time researching you, a lot more than you'd have thought initially.
"Tell me exactly what's in between the lines. I have a feeling I know, but I want to be sure." You say. He still looks at you, it's unnerving how still he is.
"Need your phone first." He says sharply. "Need to see if it's turned off." He leans forward, placing his elbows on the desk. Still watching you carefully with those deep, brown eyes. You nodded, pulling your phone from your pocket. Sliding it to him on the desk, he picks it up and quickly turns it off, waiting until the screen fully dies. Once it does, he returns his gaze back to you.
"Puttin' it simply, you're going to be a comfort to my men. You'll also be a reward for them, if they do well. You can interpret that however you like." He says, still bluntly. Still matter of factly. You assumed that's what the situation entailed. You shifted in your chair, crossing your legs.
"By that word, I assume that I'm going to be sleeping with them?" You ask.
"Sleeping with them. Talking to them. Letting them vent. Whatever they need." He tells you. "Could be anything, really."
"Okay.." You say slowly, trying to process the whole situation. "Military men are dangerous and downright scary sometimes, Ghost." You tell him. "You haven't seen the things some of them say they would like to do to me." You're then reminded of some horrifying comments you have seen from men on your videos. While they can be a little bit on the rare side, they are more than common enough and dark enough to give you pause. Some of them have admitted to having really gory and horrifying fantasies that make your whole body shiver when you think about them.
"I assure you, that was not any of my men. I made sure of that first. Wouldn't bring you here if I thought I'd put an innocent woman in danger of being harmed by my own men." He began. "My men.. like you. Some of them tell me you've offered comfort to them online before." You think for a moment, remembering some of those hard conversations you'd had with some of them. It never got any easier for you to hear and read, but damn.. If you didn't find a little bit of joy in being able to bring them even just a moment of respite and relief from their realities.
"Yeah.. Not sure which ones were from your men, of course. They don't tell me. I have comforted quite a few men in the military. I enjoy.. I like helping them feel better." You could remember a few, rare times in that moment that would be forever etched into your memory. When a little handful of those men would message you, not even desiring a sexual conversation. Just looking for an ear, a sweet woman to talk to for a moment of normalcy in their chaotic existences. Ghost stays silent. "So.. it says I'll be staying here?" He nods his head. "Where?" He motions his hand toward doors on either side of his office.
"To your left, is where you'll stay. There's another small office that will be your.. Cover. Should we have visitors, higher ups. Beyond that, are private quarters. Have your own bathroom too. My office stays locked when not bein' used. Always guarded. To your right.." He says as he motions his hand in that direction, to another door. ".. Is my quarters. Nobody will see you without my explicit permission. If anybody would try to get in here, I assure you I'd know immediately."
"Will I have protection when walking around the base?" You ask. He nods, seemingly understanding why you'd want such a thing.
"You will, should the need for it arise. But I prefer it didn't. Better to not have a young woman running around the base all the time, distracting my men and drawing attention." He paused before continuing. "You'll get meals brought to you. Don't worry."
"And if you have to leave the base?" You ask, just trying to gauge your situation here.
"I don't leave very often. I'm gettin' old." He admits, shrugging his shoulders. "If I ever do, a few of my most trusted men will protect you. You won't see any of my men until I return, or give permission over comms. Under the guise of.. Urgent need for a mental health check." It was a decent cover, at least from your perspective. He'd thought of a way to have you around without too many questions, and divert any questions that could be asked if anyone did get too curious. You think for a while, watching his eyes. He did far too well hiding any emotion he was feeling. You found yourself even more on edge, knowing you'd never be able to read him like you could anybody else.
"Will I be sleeping with you?" You ask. It was an honest question, one that anybody in your position would ask. He watched you for a while, like.. He wasn't sure how to answer the question. He was attractive, it was obvious. You didn't need to see more of his face to know it. He was well built, muscular and had nice brown eyes, even if their gaze was cold and calculating.
"Don't know." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders once more. "Maybe, maybe not." He was being intentionally vague. You felt a flicker of frustration, but stamped the feeling down quickly. "Just come to me if any of my men ever get out of line with you and I'll handle it. Alright?"
"Yeah, can do." You said with a nod. More questions began racing through your mind as you tried to fully understand the gravity of the situation you might be putting yourself into. "What about my things?" You ask.
"Some of my men will get your things for you. Don't worry about continuing to pay rent, unless you just wanna hang onto the place." You smile, impressed at their research into you.
"Okay.. what about my online content?" You ask.
"That will have to end, for the time being at least. Rather you not do it at all while you're here. Don't want to risk you posting anything that exposes any of my men. Or that you are on a military base. There would be extreme consequences. Do you understand?." He asks, almost glaring at you like he was angry. It sent shivers down your spine.
"That is quite understandable." You tell him. "I can.. tell my followers I'm just taking a break so they don't worry." He shrugs his shoulders.
"Doesn't matter to me what you tell 'em. Long as it's not where you really are or what you're really doing. You're gonna be getting paid, still getting income from the military." You both sit there in silence for a while. The only noise that could be heard came from the overhead fluorescent light, casting a harsh glow on the two of you.
It seemed like he was giving you time to think about it all.
"I.." You find yourself at a loss for words. This would be a massive change in your life. You'd lose all freedoms. No more trips to the coffee shop. No more making content. No more of, well.. Anything, really. But knowing you'd get to help, knowing that you might just be able to make a little difference.. It gave you reason enough to really consider it all. Not only could you help, but you could also fulfill a fantasy you've always had buried deep inside. A fantasy that would be difficult to achieve any other way.
"All your needs will be met." He starts, interrupting the silence and your train of thought. "It might not be luxurious, but you can make a difference in the lives of these men who could use someone like you around. My men are the best out there, best at what they do. They have the most grief and bullshit to deal with alongside that." He pulls at your heartstrings with those words. He knew what to say to get to you, to make you want to do this even more. You had a feeling he wasn't trying to manipulate you though. Just trying to get you to understand the facts of it all.
"It's.. very kind that you want to do something like this for your men." You tell him. "To risk such a precarious and fickle lie just to bring some comfort to your men."
"Kind?" He repeats the word. "Wouldn't say kind. Just want my men to focus. To have clear heads when they're out there doing what they're told to do."
"I'll be honest, it seems like you yourself don't really want me here, Ghost." You said, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. This metal chair on your ass was killer. He watched you, glaring into your eyes.
"I'm risking a lot. Doin' this and comin' up with this lie. But I feel it necessary. Even if anyone higher up than me wouldn't agree. Men all have the same needs. And I need mine to have clear, focused heads. So. What do you choose?" You think for a moment, sighing. You look at your phone that had been placed on the desk between the two of you. As if reading your mind, he speaks up. "Your phone won't work here." He tells you. "I'll have one of my men make a post on your site or whatever you use. Post a picture you've already posted before, tell them you're taking a break. Right?" He asks, making sure of what you wanted. Even if he was being cold and standoffish, that was.. Something at least. Right?
"Yeah. I've done it before a few times, so.. it won't seem too strange."
"So you say yes?" He asks. You breathe out shakily, feeling like you might be crazy for this. No, you are definitely crazy for this. But just as you said in the coffee shop when you agreed to meet with him..
"Fuck it, I'll do it. If I can offer some comfort.." You tell him. He stands up, taking your phone from the table. He opens the door behind you, giving it to the man who led you there. He talks to him quietly before closing the door and returning to stand next to you.
"He will go off base and do it. Your phone will be kept safe, but you can't have it for now. I need to know I can trust you."
"I understand, Ghost." You confirmed. He looks you up and down before motioning for you to follow him. He begins leading you through that door on the left he'd pointed out before. Your own private space. Stepping inside to the first room, it was the same as every other room appeared to be here. Concrete, grey and hardly furnished. It was a little office, just as he had mentioned. A desk sat toward the back wall, similar to his own desk you'd just stepped away from. On the other side of the wall, there was a couch as well as a chair sitting nearby. Almost like what a therapist would have.
"Office. Your cover." He remarked, then moving on to open the door to the next room. It was also a bare, gray room with a simple bed, table and chair. "Your quarters. I'll assume you have a nicer bed at your place. My men will bring it and switch it out tomorrow. You might need it." He stated. He wasn't wrong. Fucking a guy on the tiny bed provided wouldn't be the easiest task. There was also a small cutout in the wall for closet space, as well as an empty bookshelf. He opened the next door, showing that it led into a small bathroom. It had the amenities needed. A toilet, sink and combination bathtub and shower. "Any questions?"
How could someone in this situation NOT have questions?
"So.. If I have one of your men in here with me. Do I.. need to send them out when they're done? Or.." It was.. Almost awkward, trying to have this conversation with him. Discussing details of how you'd deal with his men when they were done with you. Especially since he didn't quite seem to want to have it.
"Whatever they want. Long as they get up when they're supposed to and do their jobs. They can leave or stay." He crosses his arms over his muscular chest. "Help 'em get up on time so they don't get in any trouble with me."
"Okay. I can do that." You said as you noticed the old alarm clock on the nightstand.
"Anything else?" He asked.
"Not that I can think of at the moment, but thank you." You said, offering him a smile.
"Good. Then get some rest. "My men will start bringing your things in the morning. Tomorrow you can spend the day settling in. Then you'll get to work the next day. Be prepared for it." He then began to walk out, closing the door and leaving you alone. You released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding in that moment. This would be a strange situation to try to process, so a day to settle in and feel a little more comfortable was preferable and appreciated.
Moving to the bathroom, you looked more closely at what was available to you. To clean yourself properly with. A simple bar of soap.
"Oh, yay.." You said to yourself as you sighed. It was a far cry from what you were used to, having always spent so much time taking care of your skin and your body. Deciding against it at all, you felt you'd rather wait until you had all of your usual products available to you tomorrow. So that you could make sure you were, well.. Ready to provide comfort.
Lying down on the bed, you found it more than difficult to sleep. It was fucking impossible. This tiny bed provided for you was as hard as a rock, and smaller than you were used to. A thin sheet was all that you had to cover your body. It wasn't cold in the room by any means, but something thicker would have been preferable to your liking.
Looking at the clock throughout the night, you tried to ignore the nagging feeling you had about Ghost. He seemed really.. Reserved. Like he didn't want to risk having you here at all, and yet.. He still was. Clearly he cared about his men enough to do this. Or.. Just cared a lot about them getting the job done and not focusing on anything else. Could this really have been worth the risk to him? Will he really find it worth it? What would be the steps taken if he didn't in the end?
Eventually you manage to fall into a light, fitful sleep, tossing and turning on the hard bed throughout the night. Your mind wouldn't have allowed you to sleep, even if you were sleeping in more comfortable conditions.
At about 7 in the morning as you were lying awake and yawning, there was a knock at your door. Standing up to open it, you found Ghost. Still in the same outfit. Balaclava, grey hoodie and jeans. He nodded to you once.
"Bed probably felt like hell for you, didn't it?" He asked, tilting his head just slightly.
"It was.. Fine." You told him, trying to be nice. He let out a huff of air and shook his head.
"Quit lyin'. Come on. Sit in my office while they bring your stuff in." He motioned for you to follow him through your office and into his. You sat at the chair across from him once again, watching as his men began to carry your things in.
Their eyes had lingered on you before, when you first entered the complex. But now.. As Ghost watched them critically while they carried things through his office and into your private space.. They didn't even try to look in your direction. Didn't even attempt it. More than likely afraid of pissing Ghost off.. And you couldn't blame them for it. He was fucking intimidating. He sat silently across from you, watching as his men did their jobs.
You could hear them banging around in your quarters as they brought your bed piece by piece. They were being.. A little rough, to say the least. Ghost could see the way you leaned over in the chair, trying to peek in there with a look of concern etched on your features.
"Most of my men aren't good at bein' gentle. Don't be mad at 'em." You quickly changed your gaze, not wanting him to think you were being ungrateful or that you were upset by anything.
"Oh, I'm not." You said as you turned your gaze back to him. Always with that sweet smile you were so good at offering others. "I appreciate them doing it at all. It's not a big deal to me." Ghost nodded once, offering no other words to you.
After some time, they finally let Ghost know they were finished. You were glad to get away from sitting in an awkward silence with a man who intimidated you so much. Who had almost nothing to really say to you. You had to admit that it did make you intrigued and interested in him though. Like.. you wanted to know what was really beneath his harsh and cold exterior. He wouldn't reveal it easily, but maybe you could nudge him a little and see if you could learn anything. See anything. Get even a hint of a sliver of the man he hid beneath his mask.
"Alright. Go on." Ghost said, nodding his head toward your office. "Get settled in for the day. One of the mess hall staff will bring you three meals a day to your office door."
"Alright, thank you." You said with a smile as you stood up. "If you don't mind me asking.." You began. "What will I be doing tomorrow? You said I'd be getting to work?" He nodded, placing his hands together on his desk.
"Giving a reward to two of my best men. Your comfort, if you will. They deserve it." You nod your head.
"Okay. Both of them? At the same time?" You question. He breathes out in a huff.
"Yes." No other words.
"Is that.. What they wanted?" You asked.
"Don't know. Don't make a habit of talkin' to my men about how they prefer to fuck a woman." He watched you closely. " Just said they didn't mind doing it together on the same day. Ask 'em if you really wanna know."
"Okay.." You said. He merely sat there, continuing to watch you. "I'll.. go settle in for the day, then.." You awkwardly nodded once, moving to your office door and closing it. He had so little to say, and yet.. He just watched you. His gaze remained fixed on you when you talked to him. But he had nothing else to offer, say, or do. It was strange to interact with him. Part of you hoped that maybe he would open up a bit more with time. But.. he certainly didn't seem like the type.
Sighing, you moved back into your quarters. Your things were thrown in boxes a little carelessly, but it was alright. They were busy, and this was a mundane task you could easily take care of on your own. Throughout the day, you began unpacking and fixing the room up. They had put together your bed for you, at least. It was a large, four poster bed with red and black sheets. You placed your sheets on, hung up your clothes, placed all your items in the bathroom needed to care for yourself, and placed your books on the empty bookshelf. It was a bit of a far cry from what you were used to, having your own apartment and a larger space. But after adding your own things into this room, you saw that it could be quite alright. You could get used to it and be comfortable here, it would just take a little time and getting used to it.
You were brought breakfast and lunch as promised as you worked on your quarters. Someone different brought it each time, rushing and in a hurry as they pulled a metal catering cart with them. Both men didn't have the time to stand and speak with you, rushing off to the next place they needed to be, but you didn't mind. Having the day alone was a good way to grow comfortable.
As the last knock was heard at your door, you assumed it was your dinner. Having just showered, you felt much more refreshed and clean after having all your usual products with you to take care of your appearance. As you opened the door, you realized it was Ghost. He had taken your portion of food from the cart. You could see the cart rushing out to get to the next person, moving quickly and efficiently. He held it out to you. You took it, placing it on a small nearby table.
"Settlin' in alright?" He asked, peeking inside to see your large, ornate bed and soft sheets. "Looks.. Comfy." He told you, breathing out.
"Oh, thank you. It is." You said with a smile. "It's.. roomy."
"Looks like it." He said before a long pause. "Just seein' if you're ready to start tomorrow."
"Yes, I am." You admitted. Another awkward silence. "Thanks for, well.. asking."
"Don't want you to do it if you've changed your mind." He told you, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No, not at all. I can handle it."
"Handle two men?" He asked.
"Well.. Yeah." You chuckled awkwardly. "I think I'll be alright."
"Right." He nodded, giving you a quick glance up and down. "Just still offerin' you a way out. You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"I know, I appreciate the reminder. But I want to do this."
"If you say so." He pauses before questioning you. "Why? Just to help some broken soldiers?"
"No, well.. I mean, yes." You began before sighing, thinking of the right way to say it. "I do want to help, it genuinely brings me joy to know that I've helped. But, I will admit that it is for.. A bit of a selfish reason, too."
"Being?" He asked you.
"Well.. A fetish I suppose."
"Interesting." He remarked. He leaned against the doorway with his arms still crossed, eyeing you up and down. It wasn't a gaze like all his other men had given you when you first arrived. It was something.. Strange. Like he was unsure of you? God, it infuriated you that you couldn't seem to get a real grasp on it, on what he was thinking behind that hard demeanor. You decide to poke him a little bit, see if you can figure out anything about the man behind the mask.
"What about you? Have you changed your mind, I mean? About, you know.. Me." You asked him. You could see him thinking, his gaze staying locked with your eyes.
"Maybe. Maybe not." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "Haven't quite decided yet. Who knows? You might not be able to handle an old bloke like me." He remarked, shrugging. It made you chuckle a little, easing the tension in the room by just a sliver. Thank fuck for that.
"I assure you that I can handle anything you throw at me. I am a professional in that regard." It kinda was your job, after all.
"You are, aren't you? Haven't seen your stuff to know." He admitted.
"You could always check and see for yourself." You said, slyly offering for him to peek into your world, into your content online. He let out a small huff of air, not quite a chuckle.. But the closest you'd seen him give.
"If I'm gonna bother with that, I'll just come over here and feel the real thing for myself." He told you, his eyes moving up and down your body once again. "Maybe. Don't really let myself worry about shit like this most of the time."
"You don't have to worry about anything." You reminded him. "I'll take care of you. You don't need to do anything. That's what I'm here for, right?" You were slyly flirting with him, testing the waters and seeing how they flowed. He quickly caught on, having no issues seeing what you were really doing.
"I suppose you are." He paused for a long time, still leaning against the doorframe like he was indecisive. Unsure of his choices or what he should do. "You are.." He said quietly, tilting his head to the other side as he looked you up and down, up and down with those dark brown eyes. "Actually, you won't be seeing those two men tomorrow." He remarked, making you raise an eyebrow.
"Oh? Are you certain?" You asked.
"Positive." He spoke flatly, standing straight up. "I'll change it to the day after tomorrow."
"Alright, but what will I-"
"Me." He whispered out. "Tomorrow. You're going to take care of me." He paused for a long moment, eyeing you up and down one last time before his gaze settled on your own. It was intense, curious.. "Get some rest. You'll need it."
And with that, he turned away from the door to your quarters to walk through your office. He stepped out, not giving you so much as another glance as he closed the door behind himself.
What the fuck just happened?