Spirit || Ghost x Transmac reader

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(Ghosts' POV)
518 Words
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I went ahead of the others, following right after Price into the cabin. Quite frankly, i just wanted to be left alone after being within the same space as someone who has a staring problem.

I gave Price a nod and made my way upstairs, looking into three cabin rooms, two of which have bunked beds and basic furniture. The walls were made of logs, giving the space a natural and rustic feel. A twin-sized bed was pushed against one wall, and a small dresser stood in the corner.

The cabin room I walked into was a contemporary cabin with a sleek, minimalist design. The walls were a neutral white, and the furniture was simple and modern. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in plenty of natural light, and the open layout of the space made it feel airy and spacious.

As the Ghost walked around the cabin, he couldn't bring himself to care about the appearance of the room. He opened a door leading into a room with design almost identical the others, he decided on this room seeing as how it wasn't occupied.

He put his bag and weapons around the side of the bed and took clothes out of the drawer, which was packed with emergency clothing. He took out a black turtleneck and a pair of grey jogging bottoms, resting it on-top of the sink in the small bathroom.

Where the small pile of clothes lay, he placed his army knife on top and began to strip himself of his uniform.

Ghost walked under the hot spray of the shower, feeling the tension and fatigue of battle slowly start to melt away. It had been a long, journey in the cold mountains, and he had been looking forward to this moment for hours.

Ghost stood, head bowed and eyes closed, letting the water cascade over his battered and scarred body. Some were deep, puckered wounds that had been inflicted by shrapnel or gunfire, while others were long, jagged marks left by knives or bayonets.

With a sigh, Ghost turned off the water and he heard a noise outside the door. Instantly, his nerves kicked in, and he reached for his knife, his senses on high alert. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself and readying himself for who was on the other side of the door.

He listened carefully, trying to determine the source of the noise. It sounded like footsteps, but he couldn't be sure. He tightened his grip on the knife, his muscles tensing as he prepared to defend himself.

Ghost gently turned the doorknob and eased the bathroom door open, slipping out into the dark bedroom beyond.
He moved with stealth, his eyes scanning the room for the sign of movement.

He caught sight of the other person standing before them, half-dressed and in the midst of changing clothes. For a moment, Ghost is speechless, his concentration forgotten in his shock.

'The fuck?' He thought.

He placed the knife back on the bathroom counter and turned back to Spirit.
He cleared his throat.