TW: Needles, stitches, hallucinations, blood, nsfw (smexy time)
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POV: Poltergeist
When I woke back up again, I was a bit surprised to be sitting relatively upright. König was at the stove, stirring a big pot. Whatever was inside smelled delicious, and made my mouth water. Which also reminded me I was thirsty as fuck. A hand wrapped around mine, and I turned to see Ghost looking down at me worriedly. Soap was pestering the Twins as the three of them went through a list of ingredients, and the noise drew my attention away from Ghost for a moment. They seemed to be getting along now, thankfully. I looked back up at Ghost, before tapping out "water" on his hand. An understanding look filled his eyes, before he lightly squeezed my hand and walked to the sink for a cup of water.
"Aye, Ghost, whatcha doin?" Soap. I couldn't help the small smile that made me wince. Ghost murmured something to Soap, starting to walk back to me with a glass of water and a straw (Soap picked it, it was one of the swirly bendy ones). Ghost handed the glass of water to Soap as he slid his hand gently behind my back to help me sit up the rest of the way. A low groan erupted from me, I didn't mean for it to happen but damn my stomach hurt. That's when the Twins and König turned their attention to me, seeing me awake. The warmth of Ghost's hand was a bit of comfort as I waited for the wave of pain from moving to die down. Then I reached shakey hands to Soap for the water. "Easy there Poltergeist, you need to be careful." I glared at Soap, before gesturing for help with my bandages.
A look of understanding passed between Soap and the Twins, before he moved behind me to gently start unwrapping my jaw. A soft sigh of relief before I winced. The bandages were stuck to the stitches, fuck. "Halt still kleiner Geist, I'll help you." König was next to me, both Ghost and him flanking me as Soap continued working to unwrap the bandages. König's gentle hands reached carefully to my face, as the Twins moved to keep an eye on the stew. A few gentle tugs and some shooting pain through my face, and the bandages were off. Ghost's gentle fingers ran over the sitches, before he said, "We'll need to wipe off the dried blood before new bandages can go on, luv." I nodded a bit, before slowly opening my mouth, just enough to slip the straw into my mouth.
Soon enough, the dry deserts of my mouth was flooded with water. "Woah, easy there liebe!" König's hand rested on my wrist, warning me to keep it slow after the surgery. I listened, a little, slowing down my chugging of the water. Soon enough it was gone, and I was handing it to Soap to refill. "Easy mate, you've gotta let it settle first." I glared at him, pointing to the sink again. Ghost chuckled. "Be patient luv." Rolling my eyes, I pouted dramatically. Then I tapped out on König's hand, "hungry." He chuckled. "Suppe ist bald fertig, so be patient and wait." I glared, but didn't argue. Instead I tried to shift to get up, meeting several worried "don't you dare!"s and several hands on my chest to keep me from moving.
I glared at everyone. "Let me up or I swear-" Soap's hand covered over my mouth to stop me from talking. "Fine fine! Just don't talk!" I nodded, wincing as Johnny's hand tugged at the stitches. Ghost's hand didn't leave my shoulder as I sat up, taking a minute to let the dizziness fade before using König's forearm to steady myself as I shifted to hang my feet off the edge of the table. The simple movements made my head spin, and I paused as the room swam between many different scenes: Flame's dead body on a hospital table, Simone's broken and bleeding body in my arms, the looks in my boys' eyes as they watched me eat that fruit.. I rapidly blinked to rid myself of the tears threatening to build up, to spill. Ghost's hand on my shoulder, König's hand on my thigh and Soap's voice, broke through my broken visions and I turned to look at the Twins. A look of understanding and they gave my boys a bullshit excuse of needing to get more firewood before heading out the front door.
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Four Spirits, One Soul
FanfictionA realistic slow-burn ghost x soap x könig x male oc (can be read as male reader character) story. Poltergeist is the name of the oc (or reader stand-in if you look at it that way) *writer has not played any Modern Warfare games, but has seen plenty...
