A Nurse and Their Ghost | Simon Riley "Ghost" x Reader

chapter 14

The brief silence following your words seems to hang in the cool air of the training room, with Ghost's gaze now anchored on you, seemingly dissecting the layer of authority that had colored your voice moments ago. 

The surprise dancing in his eyes is thinly veiled, yet a flicker of admiration seeps through as he notices the immediate improvement in the recruits' stances. The recruits, now standing with a newfound assurance, move with a finesse reflecting the intricacies of your guidance. 

As their sparring session resumes with renewed vigor, the atmosphere pulsates with a rhythm of growing competence. The trust they had momentarily placed in your expertise radiates through their sharper movements and keen focus.

As Ghost's scrutinizing gaze flits back to the recruits, a subtle nod of approval escapes him, a silent acknowledgment of the marked improvement. Your instructions have sewn a thread of precision into their practice, and their subsequent moves now exude calm confidence, a stride closer to the finesse of a seasoned soldier.

With a gentle nod and an encouraging smile towards the recruits, you effortlessly glide back to a more observational position, seamlessly settling beside Gaz and Soap. The spatial shift seems to align with a subtle change in dynamics. 

Now standing as a trio of assessors, each of you brings a unique lens to the floor, a blend of combat experience and medical acumen painting a holistic picture of the training session.

As your eyes shift between the sparring recruits and Ghost, who's now wholly engrossed in guiding them, a sudden nudge at your ribs draws your attention. It's Soap, a mischievous glint in his eye, breaking the continuum of seriousness that had enveloped the room. 

"Thought you never ventured out of the med bay, Doc," his words carry a playful tease, punctuated by his signature chuckle. 

Without missing a beat, you shoot him a mock glare, humor twinkling in your eyes, "Only when I feel like it," you retort, the camaraderie between you ringing through the playful exchange.

The brief jest stirs a chuckle from Gaz, whose amusement shines through the subtle curve of his smile. His attention momentarily drifts from the recruits, a shift in his gaze revealing a quest for understanding. 

"Heard you were out in the field yesterday," his voice holds a tone of curiosity, dipping into a territory that few ventured into. The sudden segue into your uncharacteristic role outside the med bay nudges at a thread of unease within you.

It was true; the contours of your expertise had blurred the boundaries between the medical bay and the battlefield yesterday.

As Gaz's words reverberate in the silence, a volley of expressions dance across Soap's face, mirroring Gaz's curiosity. A brief search for judgment in their eyes yields nothing but earnest intrigue, perhaps a hint of newfound respect. 

Taking a fortifying breath, you break the silence, "Yeah, sometimes the med bay isn't the only place I'm needed." Your voice, steady yet guarded, veils the conviction behind your words.

The exchange of glances between Gaz and Soap reflects an unspoken acknowledgment, and Gaz's following nod carries a resonance of respect. 

"I can respect that, Doc," he murmurs, a smile subtly touching his lips. 

Ghost, despite his silence, stands as an enigmatic presence, his occasional glances towards your direction intertwining with the words exchanged, silently registering the unfolding dynamics. As his focus realigns with the recruits, the room resonates with the rhythm of relentless training, a narrative of camaraderie and hidden facets softly etched within.

With Gaz's acknowledgment, a sense of ease settles within you, the unspoken respect in his gesture soothing the lingering nerves. The room around you breathes a quiet sigh as the tension diffuses, morphing into a lighter, more affable atmosphere. Soap's sidelong glance comes with a tease, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.