| Unintentional | Ghost x reader

Chapter 29

The wind danced through your hair as you stood in the open field, looking at Soap who just got on his flight and waving at him as he waved back.

Today was the day you are supposed to go to Nikolai's safe house with Ghost and keep a low profile until you recover properly. You waited until Soap was out of sight before going to your own flight, Ghost right behind you with one hand hovering over your back to make sure you don't fall.

You sat in one of the seats, putting your crutches on the seat left to you. Ghost took the seat on your right, his side touching yours. At first, you thought it was an accident, but he showed no signs of moving anytime soon.

He was tall, even seated next to you. Your head barely reached his shoulder. You buckled up as the plane started to move, him doing the same.

The ride was quiet, with the occasional "Is your leg okay?" from Ghost every now and then. He spent most of the ride carving into a log only God knows where he got it from. It was fascinating to see how his large hands can carve so much detail into a tiny sculpture that would soon form into another Phoenix sculpture.

He looked at you as he finally finished his tiny sculpture.
"I will give this to you if you make it to the end of this mission," he said as he put the sculpture in a wooden box he got from his backpack. The wooden box housed dozens of other tiny sculptures he probably made during his free time.

"Making it to the end of this specific mission should be easy enough, I'm going to keep collecting these sculptures like Pokemon" you grinned as you thought to yourself.

"Maybe you can teach me how to carve into wood? That would be awesome." you chimed at him, and he looked at you for a moment before looking ahead.

"No" your smile dropped, and you leaned back in your seat.
"Cheap" you grumbled to yourself.

"I'm sitting right next to you, I can hear you." his voice echoed through the plane.

"If I teach you how to carve, that means you will be able to replace the ones I gave you. They will become meaningless." he flicked your forehead as he looked back at you.

"I would prefer it if you treasure them instead." you put a hand on your forehead as you looked at him in disbelief.

"You should get some rest" he got up from his seat and went to the cockpit. Leaving you to your thoughts. You fell asleep at some point during the flight.

The plane landed safely and you finally made it to the safe house, now all you got to do is lay low and do nothing, simple enough, right?
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Wrong. Only 3 days in and you already feel like maybe faking recovery would have been better than doing nothing here.

To avoid getting caught, you had to stop using phones and whatnot, only a burner phone owned by Ghost that he used to contact the team when necessary. So far there was no news, no sighting of Shephard, and no suspicious activity from Allen.

Your leg has been recovering well, with no running around and nothing to do, all you did was sleep and eat. So it stopped hurting at all, you just had to make sure not to over-exert yourself.

Ghost would rarely sleep, whether you woke up at 5 am or went to eat at 1 am, he was always up. He would leave for a jog in the morning and then come back to check for any news. At night he would pace around the house lost in thoughts, sometimes his footsteps would be fast, and other times they would be slow, but they were always there.

That was until the start of the second week, your leg had massively recovered, and you didn't need to use your crutches to walk over small distances. That night, you didn't hear Ghost's footsteps. You tried to focus your hearing to no avail, there was no movement. Worried that something might have happened, you exited your room and trudged through the house, finally finding him in the kitchen.

His back was facing you, a hood covered his head, and a glass of bourbon sat in front of him, while his hand held a cigarette. His mask was laying next to his other hand. Not wanting to bother him, you turned around, trying to leave as quietly as possible.

"Why are you up?" his voice echoed through the house, letting you know that he knows you are here.

"I didn't hear your footsteps, so I came to check on you. You look fine so I'm going now." you quickly explained, not wanting him to think you were spying on him or some shit.

He pulled the seat next to him, back still turned to you.
"Come sit" he mumbled

"Are you sure?" his mask was still off, so you were worried. He said nothing, turning to face you, his brown eyes locked on you. This was the first time you saw his face clearly, and you felt your heart beating in your ears. He nodded his head towards the chair, beckoning you to sit down. So you complied, dragging yourself toward the seat and avoiding eye contact as you felt him watching every move you made.

He faced forward again, so now both of you were facing forward. His face was slightly red, indicating that he might be drunk. You looked down at your hands as he continued to drink.

"When you first said that we were just fictional characters in a game, I refused to believe it. I didn't want to believe that everything I went through, all the suffering I went through, was just the imagination of someone who decided to write it down." he took a sip of his drink.

"As time passed, you continued to prove that it was true. You knew everything, and I didn't know how to take it. I just have one question, now that you are with us, do you see us as mere fictional characters? Or are we living beings?" he looked at you, his eyes were void of light as if you were staring at a corpse. You cleared your throat, worried that your voice will betray you and crack.

"You are real..." you whispered "I don't know why I am here, but the fact that I am here proves that you are here too, you exist too, you are alive." you felt a bump form in your throat as you looked down at your hands.

"We changed the future, didn't we? Doesn't that mean we are in a different universe?" his gaze burned through your skull. He took another sip, before setting the glass down again.

"Would you stay here then?" that caught you off guard, would you? You did all this to go back, but why would you want to go back if you can start fresh? You can't even remember that much about yourself from when you were there. Was it worth it? You couldn't tell.

"I have nothing here. When the missions are over, I have nowhere to go."

Simon's eyes were locked on you the entire time, he stared at you as you finished your sentence. Battling with your own thoughts, you didn't notice his hand until it touched your right cheek, slightly turning your head to face him. He leaned down and locked your lips with his. His hand gently stroking your cheek as the other made its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your brain stopped working, trying to process what just happened.