Debug is a reformed cyber-terrorist with a computer engineering/coding background. After a very unpleasant experience overseas she is recruited to work for the government while trying to cope with her mental trauma and the physical scars. Through he...
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Summary: Because of your inability to go out with them off base, Ghost gets to know your schedule and starts bringing you tea.
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Your time thus far on base has been a lot laxer than you were expecting. Setting up servers and being a glorified IT department for the most part, it was relatively easy work. They know you're capable of much more, but you couldn't blame them for not trusting you to help with anything overly important. The trust would have to be built, which isn't really your strong suit.
What you weren't expecting was for Ghost to start showing up regularly with two cups of tea in the morning. You suspect it's because of your inability to go out with them off base, his way of making you feel included. The man must have memorized your schedule. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't brighten your day, not that you'd tell a soul.
There's still this awkward air between you, no one has spoken about your brother since your return. For this you are actually kind of grateful, seeing as you're not really sure how to approach the subject yourself. It's become this constant weight in your chest, some days it's easier to bear it than others. Not that loss was something new, this was just different, like there's a void inside of you. Most of your nights are plagued with nightmares, waking up exhausted has become the norm.
But the sight of that mountain of a man waiting for your arrival puts you at ease. Standing patiently beside the door of the old server room, a steaming mug in each hand. You just hope he hasn't been waiting long, seeing as you were running a pinch late.
"Good morning," you greet him while reaching for your fob to unlock the door. Tired eyes peering up at him, a soft smile gracing your lips.
"Mornin." murky copper orbs catching yours a moment before you push the door open. You could have sworn he looked pleased with himself to have beaten you here, with that half-lidded stare of his.
Making your way over to sit at your desk located near the entrance of the room. Technically you're not supposed to have food or drink in here... but in all honesty, you're the only person who steps foot in here. It's not like Ghost is gonna rat you out, at least you hope not.
Most days you just sit and sip your tea till he has to head off to do something or other. It's never a very long interaction but it's by far the best part of your day. An escape from your duties, you can't help but suppose Ghost enjoys this for a similar reason, the feeling of normality even for just a moment.
"Thanks for the tea, I needed it," words muttered softly as you brought the mug up to your nose, taking in a deep breath. The robust scent of black tea calms your toiling mind, memory of your nightmare washed away in a cloud of fragrant steam.
"Earl Grey, hope that's alright," he mutters from his seat beside you. Gaze trained on the mug clasped between his large hands.
"More than alright, it's my favorite," you muse, taking a sip of the still piping hot beverage. Letting out an audible breathy sigh, this was just what you needed to start the day.
He glances up just in time to take in your blissed-out expression, thankful that it's his doing. Mind wandering to a much less innocent image, that near moan of yours didn't help. He swallows thickly, pants suddenly feeling a little too tight. You were something else, but in these moments you were all his. This private time spent with you was well worth the effort.
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Soap's been watching with mild amusement as Ghost heads out of the break area most mornings with those two cups of tea. He wasn't a complete idiot, there was something going on between the two of you. Ghost's been acting stranger than usual now that you were on base. There has been this tension between the two of you lately, but how long has it been more than that?
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