Call Of Duty x Reader ||Open Requests||

Ghost x Reader (Fluff Pt. 3)

You roll your eyes at him. 

"Who doesn't struggle with that. Actually, I think I do have something somewhere that needs assembling but it's literally 3 am." You smile when he finishes making the tea and lean back against the cabinet behind your head.

Ghost hands you a mug of steaming tea, the warmth radiating through the ceramic. 

"True, probably not the best time for impromptu furniture assembly," he concedes, joining you against the counter opposite of you. The room is now filled with the comforting aroma of tea, creating a small oasis within the late-night quiet.

He takes a sip of his own tea, the warmth spreading through him. 

"So, no more nightmares tonight, okay?" He suggests, a reassuring smile on his lips.

"I can't promise I won't have another one, so maybe you need to stop being so damn scary." You take your cup and sip, sighing lightly as you close your eyes. The tea stings the back of your throat from the heat but not to the point it burns. You take a deep breath and open one eye to look at him, watching him relaxing across from you while you bring your legs onto the counter and cross them under you. "So, you gonna let me see what's under the mask or do I just get to see your eyes?" 

You take another sip of your tea, pretending you hadn't even said anything important but wait for his response. Ghost tilts his head, a thoughtful expression on his masked face. 

"Scary? Me?" He feigns innocence, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm just a teddy bear in tactical gear."

You chuckle and nearly spit out your tea as he says it, "I couldn't agree more."

As you pose the question about his mask, he leans back, the enigmatic aura around him undisturbed. 

"Well, I did promise you a peek behind the mask, didn't I?" he muses, taking a deliberate sip of his tea. "But one step at a time, Y/n. Let's focus on surviving the night first, shall we?"

"So I get to see your face in..." You look at your clock on the microwave and smirk, "3 more hours? Right before the next mission?" 

You scrunch your nose and giggle, sipping again at your tea. As you set it down, you smile, "How about an itty bitty peek? Like your chin? Do you shave your face or do you have a beard? Goatee?" 

Your brows raise and you set your tea down, your hands going under your thighs again. Ghost chuckles, the sound low and amused. 

"You drive a hard bargain, Y/n," he remarks, savoring the playful energy between you two. "Let's compromise: I'll show you my chin, and you can decide whether it's worth the wait for the rest."

Reaching up, he raises his balaclava, revealing just a glimpse of his chin and jawline. 

"There you go, a sneak peek. Keep it between us, though. Wouldn't want to ruin my reputation as the mysterious one."

You feign a shocked gasp and press a hand over your heart, "Oh, it looks like the rest is worth the wait." 

Seeing the five o'clock shadow stubble on his chin and jawline, you swallow hard and purse your lips. Your thoughts wander to what the rest looks like. 

"I'll wait for later but you better make it worth the wait. You gonna go shave that stubble or keep it?" Though you like the look of it, you don't admit it.

Ghost grins, enjoying your playful reaction.

"Glad to hear it meets your expectations," he quips, a hint of mischief in his eyes. As you mention the stubble, he strokes his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, decisions, decisions. Maybe I'll keep it for a bit. Adds a touch of rugged charm, don't you think?" 

You nod quickly, then finish your tea. "I uh... I just wanna apologize again for scaring you and I appreciate you checking on me."

"No need to apologize, Y/n," Ghost reassures you, his tone gentle. "Nightmares can be unpredictable. We all have our moments. Besides, it gave us a chance to chat."

He raises his mug in a mock toast, a warm smile breaking through the mask's stoic facade. "Anytime you need someone to scare away the monsters, I'm just a knock away."

You press a hand to your forehead, "I-" Your eyes sparkle, and you run your hand through your hair to pull it all to one side of your shoulder, "You might get a lot of knocks L.T. Cause I have a ton of nightmares. Not all about you, but they get pretty bad."

Ghost nods understandingly, his eyes reflecting a genuine concern. 

"If you ever need someone to talk to, or just a distraction from the nightmares, you know where to find me," he offers, his tone sincere.

Quiet takes over the kitchenette, and you sigh, closing your eyes and just relaxing in his presence. As your eyes stay closed, you start to nod off a little bit but startle awake when your head hits the cabinet behind you lightly. Quickly, you look at Ghost to see if he'd seen what happened and pretend nothing happened when he doesn't say anything about it.

Ghost, ever vigilant, notices your momentary lapse but chooses not to comment, recognizing the tiredness etched on your face. He maintains a quiet presence, allowing you the space to unwind. The subtle sound of your head lightly hitting the cabinet reaches his ears, but he offers you a small, understanding smile rather than drawing attention to the incident.

"Take it easy, Y/n," he says softly, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken weight you both carry. The night continues to unfold, the echoes of the nightmare gradually dissipating in the warmth of the shared moment. Another minute passes, and you rub your eyes. 

"I guess we better go to bed, at least for a little while."

Ghost nods in agreement, finishing the last sip of his tea. He moves with a quiet efficiency, rinsing and putting away the cups. The soft clinks of the mugs finding their places in the cabinet echo in the quiet kitchenette. As he finishes, he glances over at you, a playful gleam in his eyes. 

"Time for a tactical extraction to the sleeping quarters, I suppose?" he suggests with a smirk. In one swift, practiced motion, he scoops you up from the counter, his strength evident but the gesture gentle, carrying you towards your bed with a hint of playful banter in the air.

You squeak and instantly wrap your arms around his neck when you're scooped up, giggling and laying your head on his shoulder till he lays you on your bed. "You didn't have to do that; I was waiting for you to leave before I got down."

Ghost chuckles, carrying you with an ease that speaks of both strength and familiarity. 

"Consider it a VIP escort service," he teases, laying you gently on the bed. As you wrap your arms around his neck, he meets your gaze with a lighthearted twinkle in his eyes.

"Rest up, Y/n," he says, his tone warm. "And if the nightmares come knocking again, just remember, I'm just a knock away." With a final playful wink, he turns to leave, letting the quiet of the night settle in around you.