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: It's cold working in some of the other server rooms, Ghost finds you trying to warm up and gives you his sweatshirt.
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Generally speaking, you don't mind the cold, but today was an exception. Currently, they have you stationed in the basement, for some that might mean dealing with loads of paper documents. But not you, for you this meant the clean room.
The COLD room.
They keep the temperature low because the sensitive machines down here put off so much heat, computers and heat don't mix. It's not that cold, but combined with your bad circulation once you get cold you tend to have a difficult time warming back up. This kind of work really makes you appreciate the lax atmosphere of the old server room upstairs.
You had been wearing a 'bunny suit' all day, you get the purpose, but you're beyond grateful to finally be rid of the protective gear. Despite being back upstairs you can't seem to warm up, and regretfully you hadn't thought to bring anything warmer to change into.
Frustrated, you decide to grab a cup of tea and make sure everything is situated upstairs before turning in for the night. It's been a long day and you're exhausted, but thankfully the areas pretty much cleared out due to the lateness of the hour. After making your tea you head off towards your usual room, and can't help but take notice of the eerie quiet atmosphere of the hallway.
The sense that you're being watched.
Pace quickening in the slightest, you're all too grateful to finally arrive at your destination. Scanning your badge and leaving the door slightly ajar, with no intention of staying for very long. Reaching over to flick on the first of two light switches, illuminating half the lights, basking the room in a dim glow.
Heading over to a server console and skimming through the menu, checking to be sure everything is running smoothly. A shiver runs up your spine and you grumble in frustration, quietly cursing the basement work that felt like punishment. At least you had your tea to look forward to, you ponder as your attention is suddenly drawn to the other side of the room.
Looking up from the console to find the silhouette of a massive figure standing beside your desk. Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach at the sight of the intruder. Before they slowly lean forward into the light casting down from above. The warm relief spreading through your chest as those dark eyes of his catch yours.
Ghost
"You fucking scared me!" you exclaim, the initial anger washing away as you let out a stiff laugh, shooting him a weary smile.
how did he know you'd be here?
"Noticed the light was on," He retorts as if he conjured the question in your gaze. The sight of his imposing figure lurking in the muted light, it's almost like he's stalking you.
"Sorry," you apologize for your sudden outburst, taking a moment to rub your hands together in an attempt to defrost the chilled digits before going back to typing.
"You alright? you look-," he pauses, looking away like he's contemplating something.
"Ya, I'm fine, just recovering from working downstairs in the cold room," you interject before he can continue. Marginally warmer hands back to typing as your gaze returns to the screen.
"Done for the day but I can't seem to kick this chill," you murmur thoughtlessly, fingers clicking away on the keyboard as you input the last of your data into the console.
His lack of response draws your attention from the screen. Looking across the room to find the masked man has vanished. He must have slipped out while you were distracted. You part from the servers to make your way over to your tea, but something seems out of place.
Peering around your desk you find Ghost's sweatshirt slung over the back of your chair. Your gaze is fixated on it a moment before reaching out to rest a hand on the worn material, it's still warm... He seriously just took it off and left it here for you without saying anything?
Glancing around the room suspiciously you pluck the garment from your seat, slipping the sweatshirt over your head without much thought. It's enormous, you'd been expecting as much but hadn't quite grasped the scale. You were swimming in it, absolutely drowning in fabric. But, oh my goodness is it warm. Hiking up the sleeves to free your hands, you grab the mug off your desk and head off to your room.
You'd say you were happy no one was around to see you like this, but what you were sporting earlier was far worse in comparison. The quiet of the hallway seems a little less sinister now. There's still that sense of being monitored, but it subsides the moment you're shut behind the safety of your door.
Setting the tea down at your desk, and dressing down for the night. You turn off the light and nestle into your bed, completely ready to surrender yourself to sleep. Still clad in the oversized garment that keeps you warm despite your thin blanket. You lazily slouch down against your pillow, head sinking below the collar, taking in a deep breath.
'It smells like him,' you mentally muse. Rolling over onto your side, as warm color pools in your cheeks. Drifting off into a pleasant slumber, the plush armor shielding you from the nightmares that lurk in the shadows of your subconscious.
Your tea long forgotten.
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