(y/n) wasted no time getting to her workout. Her hands wrapped tightly, gloved knuckles clenched, and determination etched across her features. The punching bag awaited her, a silent witness to the storm brewing within her. With each strike, she unleashed a torrent of pent-up fury and anguish. Blow after blow, her movements were fierce and relentless, the physical exertion mirroring the emotional turmoil that consumed her.
Sweat on her brow mingling with the echoes of pain. Ghost had followed her silently, observing her from the shadows. His gaze never left her, captivated by the raw intensity of her movements. He watched her fists pounded into the bag, a testament to her strength and resilience.
An unspoken energy emanated from her, an intensity that spoke of a battle fought not only in the physical realm but in the depths of her soul. As she unleashed her frustrations, Ghost silently observed, his eyes tracing the lines of strain etched around her eyes. He had never seen this side of her before. It stirred something within him, a mix of concern and admiration that he couldn't ignore. But (y/n) remained oblivious to his presence.
Lost in her own world of pain and anger, she allowed her emotions to fuel her actions. Each punch, each strike, was a desperate attempt to regain control, to find a semblance of peace. Finally, as her energy waned, (y/n) stepped back, her breathing labored. She wiped the sweat from her brow, her body still tense with the residual effects of her emotional release. Then, she turned, finally catching sight of Ghost standing there..
Surprise flickered across her eyes, quickly replaced by a guarded expression. But beneath the façade, she couldn't help but feel a sliver of gratitude for his unspoken presence. Ghost had seen her at her most vulnerable, but chose to stay quiet. (y/n) still didn't know that he had seen her without her mask.
The knowledge that Ghost had seen her vulnerable ate away at her emotions, (y/n) nodded in acknowledgment of his presence before turning away, her steps leading her toward the exit. Ghost watched her go, his gaze lingering on her retreating figure.
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Specter's Redemption |Ghost x Reader|
Fanfiction'There he is, Simon Riley.' 'There's no picture' 'Never' 'And (y/n)?' Negative. Died six years ago.' 'Laswell slide a piece of paper across the table to Price. You have a call to make'
