Call Of Duty x Reader ||Open Requests||

Ghost x Reader (Fluff Pt. 6)

The very same night, you sit on your bed, wide awake and knees curled to your chest as you wrap your arms tightly around them. The dark in the room only adding to the fear in your heart as you try to search the room for any signs of the people from your nightmares. 

No one is there. 

You know it isn't real but it felt oh so real. Way more than the last one had. Your arm still aches from the wound from the mission from the day before, it throbs as you hold your arms around your legs but you eventually let go and push yourself from the bed to go to your door. The only thing on your mind at the moment is Ghost. To make sure that he's okay. 

The nightmare had scared you awake and he had been the center of it. His hands bloody, his jaw broken, his nose broken, black eyes and knees crushed. You shudder at the memory and then make your way across the hall from your room to his door and you knock lightly - hoping that he's awake and not in a deep sleep. 

Ghost stirred from a restless sleep, the remnants of a vivid nightmare still lingering in his mind. The room was cloaked in darkness, the soft hum of the base's machinery the only sound. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the haunting images that had tormented his dreams.

As you wait for a response and get ready to turn back, tears roll down your cheeks. You didn't ever want to see Simon like that again, see him go through that awful shit. The only thing you wanted for him was - to open the door and be okay. 

Ghost, already alert from his own troubled dreams, heard the knock on his door. He quickly moved to answer, the door opening to reveal you standing there. The dim light from the corridor outlined the weariness and made the tears in your eyes and down your cheeks shine.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" he asked, concern etched in his features as he noticed the traces of distress on your face.

You wrap your arms around yourself and sniffle, trying to hide the tears after you wipe them away.

"I uh... I thought I would..." Your eyes well up with even more tears as you remember what happened and you shake your head, pushing the thoughts away. "I know it's one a.m. L.T. I'm sorry..." 

You turn to walk away, letting the tears fall again, your mind taking you back to that warehouse from the nightmare, you could only watch as he died over and over again and you couldn't help him. 

Ghost takes a step out of his room and gently catches your arm before you can leave, he wasn't going to just open the door to see you in tears and let you leave, not like that. "You don't need to apologize, love. Here, come in."

He leads you into his room and closes the door behind him softly. He motioned his gloved hand to a chair, offering you a seat in his small kitchenette. 

"I told you I'd be here if you needed me, I'm glad you came. I couldn't sleep either," he reassured her, his voice calm. "You want to talk about it?"

You shake your head and look around the room, it still smells like his soap from that morning. The room, blank but full of his character, makes you smile a little. The simplicity of it calmed you a bit. You try to wipe your tears away but the second he steps away from his closed door, you throw yourself into his arms. Your own wrapping around his neck. 

"I think I need some tea..." You sniffle, hoping he doesn't mind the sudden intrusion on his personal space as you hold onto him tighter, your tears refusing to stop streaming down your cheeks.

Ghost wrapped his arms around you, providing a tight and reassuring embrace. He lets you take comfort in his presence, understanding that sometimes words weren't enough. The echoes of your nightmare lingered, and he silently vowed to be there for you.

"Tea it is," he agreed, his voice soft. He guided you to a chair and then moved to prepare the tea, giving you a moment to collect yourself. The room filled with the soothing scent of the brewing tea, a quiet sanctuary in the midst of the night's shadows. You sit in the chair he'd walked you over to and lean over your knees, wiping your eyes and shivering a little. You huff and try to think of anything but the nightmare. 

"You know it was about you again..." You say as he makes the tea. Ghost paused, the gravity of your words sinking in. He continued preparing the tea, his movements deliberate but focused. 

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said, his voice carrying a sincere note of concern. "Nightmares can be tricky, especially when they involve the people we care about."

He set a mug of tea in front of you, the warmth radiating from the ceramic. 

"If you want to talk about it, or if there's anything I can do, just let me know," he added, offering you a supportive gaze. Without looking at him, you nod.

"You looked a little rattled, did you have one too?"

Ghost hesitated for a moment before nodding. 

"Yeah," he admitted, choosing his words carefully. The vulnerability in acknowledging his own nightmares was a rare departure from his usual stoicism. He took a seat across from you, the warmth of the tea between you. "They come with the territory, I guess. But we'll get through it," he said, his gaze steady and reassuring.

You pick up the cup of tea and sip before you nod again, "You didn't kill me this time though.... I uh... We were caught and they made me watch you die. They..." Tears well up again, "You kept saying my name and calming me down but I couldn't watch. They held my head and forced my eyes open or they would make it worse and slower..." 

You explain to him and hold your head in your hands after you set the cup back down, waiting for his reaction. Ghost listened to your account, his expression a mix of empathy and concern. The weight of your words hung in the air, the darkness of the nightmare casting a shadow over the room. He reached across the table, placing a comforting hand on yours.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said softly. "Nightmares can be cruel, but remember, it was just a dream. We're here, and we're safe."

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, silently offering his support. The echoes of the nightmare were still fresh, but the connection between you served as an anchor against the lingering shadows. You look up when he takes your hand, blinking at the warmth. Gently you use the other hand and unstrap his glove, "Can I?" 

You ask, your eyes begging permission to see his hands. You want reassurance that he's fine and it was, in fact, a dream. 

"They tore your nails... one by one... You were... You didn't scream... You just looked at me the way you are now."

Ghost, understanding the need for reassurance, nodded silently. He allowed you to unstrap the glove, revealing the hand beneath. The scars of past battles adorned his skin, a testament to the harsh realities of your world. As you mentioned the nightmare, he met your gaze with a steady reassurance. 

"I'm here, Y/n. Unharmed," he said, his voice calm but filled with understanding. The vulnerability of the moment, the sharing of your nightmares, underscored the strength of the bond you forged in the field. Taking his glove off and rubbing your fingers across his skin, you stare as you listen to his deep voice. You say nothing and nod.

Ghost let you inspect his hand, the touch of your fingers against his skin a tangible connection. He remained silent, the weight of your shared experiences hanging in the air. The scars told stories of battles fought and survived, a silent testament to the resilience that defined your existence.

After a moment, he gently withdrew his hand, slipping the glove back on. "We'll get through this, Y/N," he said, a quiet determination in his tone. "Together."

Your hand follows with his when he takes it away, but you let go and let him put his glove back on. The look in your eyes sad, your expression dropping a bit more. You pick up your tea again and sip it before you look up at him now. The warmth of his hand in yours as you had inspected it to make sure he was truly okay fades, and you shiver lightly. You lean back in the chair and sips again. "So..."

"So," Ghost echoed, his gaze meeting yours. 

Leaning forward and setting your cup down, you look into his eyes. 

"Come closer." You whisper softly. Ghost, sensing the vulnerability in your whisper, leaned in closer. His eyes locked onto yours, the unspoken connection bridging the gap between you.