Nightmares

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(Being with Ghost isn't easy at times, especially when it comes to his past trauma. Sometimes he has nightmares which keep him from getting a restful sleep. You wake up alone in your bedroom and head downstairs to find Ghost.)
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(I sneak downstairs to find Ghost sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of bourbon in front of him)


"Hey love, why are you awake?"

(Ghost turns with his handgun ready to shoot and looks at me with cold, tired eyes. Even with his mask, his eyes, say so much to me.)

"Fuckin hell woman don't do that to me. I'm not even drunk enough for you to be sneaking up on me like that."

(I jump a little from having a gun pointing at me, but since it's Ghosts on the other end of it, I'm not that scared.)

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I just woke up and you weren't there. I got worried about you."

"I'm fine, just having a hard time sleeping. Don't worry about it. This is helping me a lot."

(Ghost points at his half empty bourbon bottle.)

"What is keeping you awake? Is it the nightmare again?"

(I walks over to the kitchen table and sit down beside him.)


"You don't need to worry about it. I can handle these fucken dreams alone. They just remind me of how weak I once was."

"Hey, you are not weak. You are the strongest person. I know you don't give yourself enough credit, but you are strong."

(Ghost gives me a little laugh.)


"You say that but I got so many people killed. What is the point of strength if I can't protect people close to me?"

(I place my hand on his gloved one and give it a little squeeze.)

"You protect me every day by going out and defending your country. If that isn't strength, I don't know what it is."

(Ghost looks at our hands together. Even with his past trauma, he still got married to the beautiful woman beside him.)

"You say that as if I have a choice of whether to go or not. On missions, I get to do what I do best to kill people. It's one of the only things I'm good at."

"Hey, that isn't true. You are more than a killing machine even if you are good at it."

(Ghost shoots me a look.)


"Oh yeah, what am I so fuckin good at besides killing?"

"Hmmmm that is a hard question but you have a great sense of humor and you know how to make really good tea."

(Ghost mask moves slightly meaning he is smiling a little bit at my compliments.)


"That is a bloody lie and you know it, my sense of humor is dark as fuckin hell and my tea-making doesn't count as a thing I'm good at. Sorry about this darling, but I'm going to ignore that last one."

(I smile at Ghost. It seems like he is feeling better, but he is a difficult man to read sometimes, even with his mask.)

"Are you ready to go back to bed honey?, it's 2 in the morning already."

"No, I'm not ready for that hell fire just yet, but I will be there soon after this bottle of bourbon, but you should go back. You need your beauty to sleep way more than I do."

(I give Ghost a good hit on his bicep for that comment. Even if we are married, I've never actually seen his face apart from his brown eyes, lips and jawline. I don't feel the need to force him to show me his face. If he does, then it will be his decision.)


"You ass, I don't need that much beauty sleep. Coming from someone whose face is always covered up. You must be so ugly then, considering how little sleep you get."

(Ghost moves his hand from mine to my cheek, pulling me in close to his body.)

"You say I'm ugly from how little sleep I get, but you know that is quite the opposite."

"S-stop it. I know what you are doing and."

(Ghost moves his thumb over my lower lip.)


"And it's working, isn't it, sweetheart, it always does?"

"N-no (blushes) it doesn't, I've never even seen your full face anyways honey but we should go to bed before you go off to train with the boys."

(Ghost moves his hand off my face and places his forehead on mine.)

"I can't go back to bed not after what I saw and did in my dreams."

(I sigh, then an idea comes to me.)


"Then let's go clear your mind with something that calms you down."

"What would that be, love?"

(Ghost places a hand on my thigh, giving it a hard squeeze making me blush.)

"As tempting as that idea is love, I think we should go and shoot some guns in the backyard."

"A woman after my own heart, I knew I married you for a reason."

(Ghost gets up quickly and heads over to our gun safe to get his sniper rifle and other stuff.)


"Oh yes, not for love or companionship, just for shooting guns. That's what won over your cold heart."

"And explosives, sweetheart, we can't forget about them."

"Oh yes of course how could I forget about them"

(Ghost turns with all his gear and guns on, looking like he is about to go off to war again. Even if I can't take away the bad dreams, I can at least try to help him feel better. The rest of the world can see him as a scary sniper that could kill you without a second thought. But underneath all that, he is a human being with so much pain.)


"I love you my big scary British killing machine."

(I give him a smile)

"I know sweetheart, now let's go shoot some fuckin guns together."

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I really enjoyed writing. This it was a lot of fun. I hope you enjoy it too and find some fun in reading it. I'll see you in the next one.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 11, 2022 ⏰

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