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

chapter 44

Time blurs around you, each moment stretching and compressing in a dizzying rush. Price, ever the epitome of efficiency and determination, orchestrates the team's movements like a maestro, guiding everyone out of the enemy hideout with a precision that leaves no room for error. You stay glued to Ghost's side, your instincts fiercely protective, ensuring he's shielded from any further harm.

The journey back to base, normally a blur of landscapes and adrenaline, feels endless now, each second ticking by with a weight all its own. It's only a matter of hours, yet it seems like an eternity before the familiar walls of the base loom into view.

Upon arrival, Ghost is immediately whisked away to the med bay. Medics, a flurry of movement and urgency, take over, their hands skilled and steady as they address his injuries.

You fight the urge to step in, to be more than a bystander in his care. Instead, you stand a few feet away, a silent sentinel. Emotions churn inside you, a turbulent sea threatening to breach its confines.

Relief crashes over you in waves. Ghost is safe, for now. In the chaotic tapestry of your operations, the threads of fate are often frayed and unpredictable.

His injuries, though serious, are a mercy compared to the countless what-ifs that haunt your thoughts. A shiver traces your spine, born of both fear and gratitude - gratitude for your team, for the sheer chance that had you find Ghost in time.

The medics work tirelessly, their focus unwavering. Amidst their orchestrated chaos, Ghost's gaze finds yours. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion and the toll of his fight for survival, still manage to convey a depth of gratitude and appreciation. There's an unspoken understanding in that look, a shared history written in scars and survival.

As your eyes lock with Ghost's, you offer him a reassuring smile, a beacon of warmth amidst the turmoil. That small gesture carries the weight of the day's events, the whirlpool of emotions roiling within you. In his gaze, you see a tapestry of feelings - pain, exhaustion, but above all, a profound gratitude that mirrors your own.

Your mind wanders back to the dimly lit room where you found him, a memory vivid against the stark sterility of the med bay. The sight of Ghost without his mask still lingers in your thoughts.

That mask, more than a piece of equipment, was a part of him – a shield for his soul, preserving his anonymity, distancing him from the world. Discovering him without it, exposed and vulnerable, felt like trespassing into a sacred, private realm of his existence.

This unexpected intimacy leaves an indelible mark on you. Despite the initial shock and your respect for his privacy, an unbidden thought flickers through your mind - Ghost was undeniably handsome.

The scars and rugged features, telling tales of battles endured, only add to his allure, crafting a persona both enigmatic and attractive. You chide yourself for such thoughts in the midst of crisis, but deep down, you know they won't be easily dismissed.

Ghost's gaze remains locked with yours, an unspoken conversation flowing between you. The shared experiences, the weight of today's events, seem to solidify around you like a heavy fog. Yet, in his eyes, you see an unwavering focus, a strength slowly rekindling.

Like you, he's caught in a whirlwind of memories, especially of that unguarded moment when you saw him without his mask. He feels your gaze, perceptive and understanding, and senses an evolving connection, something transcending the battlefield's chaos.

It's a bond neither of you fully comprehend yet, but its presence is undeniable, a silent promise of things unspoken.

In that moment, our eyes remain locked, a silent conversation unfurling with more eloquence than words could ever capture. You sense the depth in Ghost's gaze, eyes that have witnessed untold stories yet still hold a mysterious allure.