COD one shot

Wired connection

❗️Art by @/deadhalos on twitter❗️

one night y/n had stumbled through the door falling on the floor and practically passing out from the loss of blood. Ghost rushed to her, and without question he picked her up taking her to the bathroom. He knows how this goes he's stumbled into the house one to many times and just as he's doing now she's taken care of him without question, and he appreciates that.

He picks her up by the waist setting her down on the counter causing her to groan in pain, "I know I know, stay with it.. it's nothin" he takes her face into his hands kissing her forehead. He bends down to get to the cabinet to reach for their aid kit. After the last several times of ghost coming home hurt they decided to have their own version of a first aid kit.

"I'm gunna take your shirt off okay?" he says looking into her eyes for consent, she nods her breathing unstable and rapid.  The shirt making its way over her head and onto the floor out of the way, finally he can assess the damage.

There's blood everywhere. Scratches blue and black bruises, and cuts everywhere he looks, "Simon." She calls out to him holding out her hand. Without hesitation he takes her hand with Both of his lightly placing kisses, "it'll be over soon I promise I'll be as quick as possible."

He quickly opens the peroxide putting it on the cotton ball, he cleans her wounds the best he can. They were everywhere her stomach, her back, her legs, even her face. He wanted to be angry at... anyone? but what good what that do him?

"FUCK!" Ghost had gone over a pretty exposed area with a chunk of skin removed "hey it's all over now princess." He consoles her rubbing her thighs with one hand and the other holding her cheek. "Let's lay you down okay?"

He puts his arms under her knees and behind her head. Carrying her upstairs into their shared room, he sets her down on the edge of the bed walking to to the drawer for an extra set of clothes. "Simon." He turns around giving his attention to her "can I have one of your shirts?" She was visibly in pain and it showed in her voice.

He's going to fucking kill price.

"Of course, how are you holding up?" He sits in front of her on his knees setting aside the clothes. "If holding up means making my head spin then I'm doing lovely" he smirks even with her in so much pain she's still a sarcastic asshole

"Here arms up" he puts his shirt over her head taking each arm and putting it through the sleeves. "I can do it myself I'm not a child" she says rolling her eyes "I don't care, I'm spoiling you tonight."  He bends down kissing her holding her right thigh. It's something about her thighs he's in love with, soft, squishy, pillowy, and the stretch marks, those were his favorite part.

He pulls away from her getting back to the task at hand. He reaches to grab the sweat pants but is stopped by y/n's hand "I don't want bottoms on tonight I'm to tired." She claims closing her eyes rolling her head to the side, he glares at her knowing full well what would happens if she didn't wear some kind of pants. "I don't think that's the best idea at least wear shorts come on-"
"Please indulge in me this once Simon.."

He sighs giving in "alright get in bed" she slowly gets up walking around to her side of the bed laying down, ghost gets in on the other side pulling the blankets over the both of them. "Come ere" he says practically snatching her at the waist hugging her. Her heart was beating quite fast, he thought she was feeling a bit of anxiety from needing Simon's help so he put his palm on her chest rubbing it attempting to sooth her heart. In her head she wasn't sure why he did this but she felt comfort and loved by his action, especially since he doesn't normally participate in physical love.

"It doesn't matter when or where, I will always protect and take care of you because that's the least I can do, you put up with my shit and risk your life for me out there. And at the end of it all you still give me a home cooked meal, patience, love, and a home to come to."

And in those words her heart was full and warm, she could feel how much he meant those words. "God I'm so in love with you.." y/n whispers eyes closed on the break of slumber. Ghost chuckles kissing her head closing his eyes, relaxing his once furrow eyebrows.

The two of them sleep peacefully, holding each other, and love resonating like a wired connection sending signals to each heart..