COD ONESHOTS

Annoying neighbour ((GHOST))//fluff

After a long tiring month, ghost finally got home. He was exhausted, tired of every mission down to the bone.. all he wanted was to relax.

Of course, Evelyn was clueless to it.

He always wore these black or dark grey balaclavas with an occasional skull sign imprinted in some of them; sunglasses when it was stormy; he was huge compared to her.. of which as a consequence she had bad feelings about him.

Evelyn was a 22 year old young woman who had just moved out of her parents home. it had been 7 months since she arrived.

At first, she went around the houses that were nearby her's and gave fruit baskets as gifts.. until she got to ghost's.

His house was bland. No interesting colours, just a boring dark caramel walls and black roof with either overgrown grass or just dried dirt to match. It depended on how the seasons affected it. In any case, it was obvious he didn't give two shits to it.

And that was her first red flag. In every horror book she had read, the creepy neighbours house was like this or worse.

Keep in mind, she was a movie and book fanatic and was studying cinematography and things along the line.

It was in her nature to relate EVERYTHING from movies, series, tales, to the real life.

She had serious issues with it.. But that wasn't the point— not to her, at least.

When she had first knocked on ghost's door it took her fifteen minutes before knocking again, an annoyed ghost suddenly towering above her. He was tall, 6'4. She was short, 5'5. He was buff, thick and almost bigger than his own door while she was a petite Frenchie who moved to Manchester. Why Manchester? No clue. Don't ask.

Anyways, their first interaction made her hate him with all her guts.

Like, pure hatred.

He had this horrible, harsh British accent that matched his voice.. small scars over his arms and worst of all— he had tattoos on his right arm all over it, from his hand to elbow. He was the perfect (hot) serial killer from any 90's/2000's book in her eyes.

That was another red flag to her.

In any case, she just stuffed the basket of fruits into his arms and ran away, leaving an annoyed yet dumbfounded man at his own door holding the basket like a deer struck by headlights.

Back to the present now.
ghost finally parked his black truck in front of his house, a little too close to Evelyn's doorstep. Just as much as she hated him, he hated her twice as much.

Her squeaky, fragile voice; petite small figure; having to break his neck to look down at her— normally, it would make his ego burst right through the roof to have someone smaller and less toned than him look right up at him, but that girl.. my god.

She had this thick French accent too, making her barely understandable.

It frustrated him.

Anyway, he closed the door and turned off his truck, pushing down it's keys inside his slightly bigger grey sweats that were loose enough to hold onto the lower part of his hips in their pockets, now searching for his house keys.

Once he finally found them, he looked up.

His eyebrows furrowed as he saw the door was slightly opened. Had a burglar gone in? In any case, he would be able to catch them and take them down easy.