Call of Duty Oneshots

He did his best to protect you. (Ghost x Reader) Halloween Special

TW: Violence.

You and Ghost had been fleeing from a relentless group of zombies. Your hearts pounded in your chests, and you were both gasping for breath, knowing that you were out of bullets and your only option now was to rely on your knives.

As you sprinted past an abandoned car, a zombie's hand shot out from beneath it, snatching your ankle and sending you sprawling to the ground. Reacting swiftly, you delivered a powerful kick to its decaying face. Ghost reached down, yanking you back up to your feet, but two more zombies were closing in.

One of the undead lunged at you with a frenzied swing, but Ghost pushed it away just in time. With lightning-fast reflexes, you unsheathed your knife and plunged it into the head of the other approaching zombie. Suddenly, Ghost cried out in pain, and you turned to see a zombie latched onto his leg, biting down. Panic welled up inside you, and without hesitation, you plunged your knife into the zombie's head, putting it down for good.

Breathing heavily, you grabbed Ghost's hand, and together you ran until you found a door. You threw it open and rushed inside, with Ghost right behind you. He quickly locked the door, muffling the growls, and banging from the other side. You both stood there, and as you turned to face Ghost, he took a step back, a tense silence between you.

"I'm fine, y/n," he assured you, but you knew he was hiding the truth. You had witnessed him being bitten, and it was just a matter of time before the infection took hold. You disregarded his plea and took another step toward him, your worry and love for him driving you forward. You were determined to see the extent of the injury.

"Y/n, please," he pleaded once more, putting his hand out, but you couldn't be swayed. You needed to know. His desperation grew as you closed the distance between you.

"For fuck's sake sweetheart, please, for once, just listen to me!" His voice trembled, tears welled up in your eyes, and you finally stood right in front of him.

"Please, just let me see." His despair-filled eyes met yours, and he let out a shaky breath as he lifted the bottom of his pants. You kneeled down, and your tears fell freely as you choked out a sob. The bite mark on his leg was a painful confirmation, and your heart ached seeing the torn flesh and the bright purple veins surrounding the wound.

He was turning.

And there was nothing either of you could do to stop it. You stood up and wrapped your arms around him tightly, sobbing into his chest. The inevitable was approaching, and the thought of witnessing your sweet boy become one of those creatures was a horrifying reality you couldn't escape.

"Simon, you're going to be okay," you cried out into his chest, your words muffled by your sobs. His arms wrapped around you tightly, even as he felt himself beginning to turn. The creeping transformation radiated up his body, and he felt his fingers twitching involuntarily.

"I love you so much, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice strained. His hands went to your face, gently pulling your tear-streaked face away so he could look into your eyes. "You know I love you, right? Never forget that, okay."

Tears streamed down your face as you shook your head, your cries becoming more desperate. He knew time was running out, and he wanted to ensure you knew how much he cherished you.

"I love you, Simon. Please, please don't leave me. I'm not ready." you pleaded, your voice trembling with fear and grief. He looked down at his hands, making sure his gloves were secured tightly.

He didn't want to accidentally scratch you once he turned. Pulling his gun from his holster, he checked the barrel. He had told you he'd run out of bullets, but he had kept one, just in case something like this happened.

With a heavy heart, he handed the pistol to you. "There's one bullet. Please don't miss. Please don't leave me like them. That's all I ask," his voice filled with despair. You shook your head, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"I can't, Simon. I can't shoot you. I can't... kill you," you whispered, your words choked with grief, your trembling hands refusing to accept the inevitable.

Ghost knew he didn't have much time left, his body betraying him with increasing urgency. His vision blurred, and his arm began to twitch involuntarily. You watched helplessly as the color in his eyes started to change, turning a milky white, their clarity clouded by the infection that was taking over. He groaned and fell to his knees, the twitching growing more pronounced. He made a last effort to focus on you, his gaze cloudy but determined. Your heart ached, seeing the man you loved in such a helpless and terrifying state.

"I know you won't be able to," he strained to speak through the agony, "but until then." He was fighting against the relentless virus that was now coursing through his veins, tearing him apart from the inside out.

"I... love... you," he uttered, his voice shaky and almost unrecognizable. He used his final shreds of willpower to break his own jaw in a gruesome act, snapping the bone with a sickening sound. You cried out and fell to your knees, devastated as you watched the last remnants of your beloved Simon fade away, leaving behind only a monster.

Ghost had now fully turned. His head snapped around, locking onto you. He lunged at you, driven by a primal instinct to tear into you. His jaw wouldn't close properly, making each biting attempt a futile effort. You struggled to keep him off you, pushing against him, but your strength was waning.

With all the strength you could muster, you desperately pushed him away. Struggling to your feet, you drew the pistol, and the gun trembled in your hand as you pointed it at his head. The inner battle of killing someone you loved, even in this altered form, was unbearable. Your heart ached as you cried out when he lunged at you again, knocking you down to the ground.

"I'm so sorry, I love you so much, Simon," you sobbed as he tried to gnaw at your shoulder, his efforts proving futile. The pistol shook in your grip, the weight of the moment unbearable. In his last moments of humanity, he had made an agonizing request, and you couldn't refuse.

With a trembling hand and tear-filled eyes, you raised the pistol and pressed it against his head. His last words echoed in your mind, and the memory of his love spurred you to act. You squeezed the trigger, and the gunshot reverberated through the room. Ghost's body slumped, falling against you.

As you gently pushed him off, Ghost's lifeless body rolled to the side with a heavy thud. You leaned over his lifeless form, cradling him, your sobs echoing in the room. You could only hold him as you sobbed against his chest. Simon's last desperate attempt to protect you had been successful, as he had always promised you that no harm would ever come to you. Even in death, he had kept his promise.