Ghost x reader!
Will contain a lot of fluff and smut 🤭
This is all based on my vibe. Also this is how I want it to be, so don't read if you can't take peoples opinions.
This story can be seen as a bit weird, but that's how I want to write and if y...
I woke up at 11 am with a pounding headache. This mission had me on edge, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was scared. My brain tried to think positively, but there wasn't much to be optimistic about. Except, perhaps, working alongside Ghost. Or maybe that isn't a positive thing to be honest.
Even though I didn't know him, I was curious about how he operated, how he handled difficult situations, and just generally what kind of person he was. He certainly was mad interesting as a person, and the thrill of getting to work alongside him made my blood rush of excitement.
"You'll be okay, Y/n," I said to myself, trying to instill a sense of calm.
I climbed out of bed and slipped my feet into the soft fabric of my slippers. Walking down the hallway, I made a mental note to decorate it a bit—maybe add some paintings or a vase with flowers. It felt so plain and boring, just like myself.
I shivered from the cold as I headed into the kitchen, humming a made-up tune while making toast and coffee. I poured the steaming coffee into a white cup, added some milk, and felt a bit more ready to face the day.
And that feeling will probably last until I open the front door. - Hours passed, and it was now 6:35 pm. I stood behind my wooden door, reconsidering my options—not that I had many. I was ready for the meeting with Ghost and Price again, but something nagged at me, making me doubt. My hands shook as I bit my nails and tapped my foot, the nervous energy palpable. Oh for fuck sakes, stop being such a nervous bitch Y/n.
I pushed the door halfway open but hesitated. The consequences of this mission loomed over me—death being the worst, or probably saying some dumb shit and embarrassing myself. But I couldn't back out. I couldn't leave Ghost to handle this alone, that's not what a real teammate would do.
With newfound determination, I pushed down the door handle and stepped outside.
The walk to the base took about 20 minutes, a 20 minute walk of hell. The weather was dreadful—grey clouds covered the sky, rain drizzled, and the cold was biting. I couldn't tell if I was shivering from the cold or fear, probably both.
Later-
Arriving at the base I saw Price outside, leaning against the wall with a thick cigar. But where was Ghost? Probably hiding in the shadows, or he's a pussy and backed out. Wouldn't surprise me.
"Where's Ghost? Don't tell me he's not coming," I asked as I approached Price.
Price exhaled a puff of smoke and pointed behind me with a smile. "Ghost never leaves anyone behind."
Confused, I turned around and found Simon Riley standing right there. I smiled stiffly and the awkward tension filled the air between us.
"We meet again, Y/n," Ghost said, his eyes locked on mine, his eyes blank as usual with a glimpse of tiredness. Well me too Ghost, me fucking too.
"Yes, we did, Ghost," I replied, smiling more naturally this time.
Price grabbed Ghost by his arm and a second later they were chit chatting without me. I could hear small whispers and mumbling but I didn't give a fuck about what they were talking about to even care joining the conversation.
Price faced me again with a big smile on this face. "Peter's coming to pick us up in just about a minute. He's escorting us to the jet. Be prepared."
Ghost slowly turned his head to me, and I could already tell what he was going to ask. "Are you not cold, Y/n?" Ghost asked, his intense gaze meeting mine.
I had forgotten my gloves and, despite my thick winter jacket, I was freezing. "No, I'm fine, thank you," I lied.
Ghost moved towards me, and fuck my heart stopped. "Don't lie to me. Your hands are cold as ice," He grabbed my hands in his and held them tight. The warmth from his touch spread through me, and I realized maybe the stories about his cold-heartedness weren't entirely true. Our eyes met, tension clinging in the cold breezy air.
"I-" I stuttered low.
"Thank you, Ghost," I forced out.
"Wear gloves next time, Y/n," he replied, releasing my hands and looking back at the street, just like he didn't just hold my hands in his. What the fuck is wrong with this man?
A black truck pulled up, and the driver's window rolled down, revealing a familiar face—Peter. "Get in, won't ya?" Peter said gestured and winked towards us, his American accent hitting my face like a slap.
"Let's move," Price said, jogging towards the car.
Well fuck me, there's no turning back now. "Yes, sir! I," I replied, mustering all the confidence I had.
Ghost had already moved, following Price's lead, while I stood by the base, frozen like an idiot. As I finally began to move, Ghost shot a quick glance over his shoulder. But just as quickly, he turned back, his focus shifting back to the task at hand.
Even though he was an asshole yesterday, I knew it was for a good reason. Something he's hiding in the shadows, and I won't interfere with that.
I climbed into the truck, and as we started to roll, I knew this would be a long night. But with Ghost by my side, I felt a newfound confidence that overshadowed my fear. Nothing could stop me now.
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