Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

As you washed the dishes, the quiet hum of your tune echoed in the kitchen. The clink of plates and utensils provided a rhythm to the otherwise serene atmosphere. Everyone had dispersed to find their own diversions, leaving you with a moment of solitude amidst the lingering scent of the delicious meal. Lost in your thoughts, you felt an unexpected presence behind you. Turning around, you were startled to find Ghost standing there, holding his plate.

Caught off guard, you accidentally dropped a glass cup, and it shattered on the ground, the fragments echoing in the silence. Ghost, his masked visage unreadable, observed the scene without a word. The tense atmosphere seemed to thicken as you met his gaze, an unspoken understanding passing between you. "Fuck, I'm so sorry," you apologized, bending down to quickly clean up the broken glass. Ghost, standing there, responded with a dry acknowledgment, "It's fine." You gestured towards his plate, offering to take it.

When you took it you noticed he didn't touch the asparagus. "Was it not good?" Ghost's mask hid his expression, but his voice was discernible, "It was fine." There was an awkward pause, and he added, "I'm just not a fan of asparagus." It was a brief moment of transparency from a man who usually kept his feelings concealed behind that haunting mask. You nodded, "Got it. Noted for next time." An awkward silence lingered in the air as you and Ghost exchanged glances, the tension palpable.

"So, do you need anything else, or are we just going to keep staring at each other?" You said growing impatient. Ghost's voice echoed in the quiet kitchen. "Missed a piece," he said, pointing to a small fragment of glass on the floor. You quickly bent down to pick it up, but when you got back up he was gone. You shrugged and finished up washing the dishes before heading to your room to get ready for the mission.

As the mission approached, you carefully selected the outfit that would suit the night's objectives. Knowing the importance of blending in and maintaining tactical efficiency, you opted for a sleek black tactical uniform with minimalistic gear. The outfit featured a streamlined design, ensuring agility and stealth. You slid your plain black balaclava over your head before lacing your boots.

  The combat boots laced securely around your ankles, providing stability on various terrains. The gloves, designed for tactile precision, completed the ensemble. The final touch was the tactical headset, allowing seamless communication with the team. As you glanced in the mirror, the reflection stared back—a warrior ready for the shadows, prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead.

Stepping into the dimly lit corridor of the base, you headed to the armory to gear up. The atmosphere in the room was uneasy, and the clinking of weapons and equipment echoed through the space. Ghost and Soap were already checking their gear, focused on the impending operation. You approached your designated area, picking up your customized loadout. The familiar weight of your weapon felt reassuring in your hands. As you went through the checklist, making sure every piece of equipment was in place, Keegan joined you, also gearing up for his first mission with the task force.

"Ready for this?" you asked, noting the mix of nerves and determination on Keegan's face. "Yeah, just another day at the office, right?" he replied, trying to mask his unease. Gaz, who was nearby, overheard the conversation. "Don't worry, mate. There's been much worse," he said, his tone more reassuring than before. With your gear secured, the team gathered for the final briefing. Price and Laswell outlined the mission objectives, emphasizing the need for precision and coordination. Ghost and Soap, though still maintaining a degree of distance, were fully engaged in the tactical details.

As you and the team made your way to the hangar, a voice from behind you spoke up. "Wait up lass," Soap said. You slowed your pace, allowing him to catch up. He fell into step beside you, his demeanor more composed than before. "So, Serpent," Soap began, "I wanted to apologize for yesterday. Things got a bit heated, and I didn't mean to take it out on you and Keegan." You nodded, appreciating the gesture. "It's really no problem, I get it. But I'm not the one who needs an apology." You said glancing at Keegan in the distance. Soap chuckled. "I'll get to that later. I must admit, the arguing adds a bit of spice to our lives. Keeps things interesting." You chuckled in response to Soap's comment. "Fair enough," you said with a slight smile.

"Why did you make us a meal if we treated you like that?" He asked with a look of regret.  "I figured a good meal might lighten the atmosphere. Besides, I believe in killing with kindness." Soap grinned, "I think you and I are gonna get along just fine, lassie. Now, let's get over there before Price gets his panties in a twist." With that, the two of you continued toward the hangar, ready for the challenges that lay ahead.

As you boarded the plane, you found yourself squeezed between Keegan and Ghost. The confined space and the anticipation of the upcoming mission made you a bit queasy. Ghost, his white mask casting an enigmatic aura, remained silent beside you, while Keegan, sitting on your other side, seemed to be contemplating something. The hum of the engines filled the cabin as the aircraft prepared for takeoff, and the mission loomed ahead like an impending storm.

"Can you please for the love of God stop manspreading." You said into the mic nudging Keegan. Keegan, with a mischievous grin, playfully spread his legs even wider. "Like this, Serpent?" he teased, taking up even more space. You rolled your eyes, feigning exasperation. "Come on, Keegan. We're not at a frat party. Give us some room." The banter between you and Keegan continued, each comment and gesture escalating the playful argument. Ghost, growing more irritated by the moment, finally interjected with a stern tone, "Enough, both of you. We have a mission ahead, and I don't need a comedy show distracting us." You and Keegan got quiet and you could tell he was about to say something but you shook your head at him.

He muttered something under his breath and Ghost quickly turned his head in Keegan's direction. Ghost's sharp gaze fixed on Keegan, his eyes narrowing beneath the white skull mask. "You got something to say, Russ?" he questioned with a tone that hinted at his growing impatience. "Yes actually, I said you're acting like some teacher's pet." Ghost's eyes seemed to flicker with irritation, but before he could respond, you jumped in, trying to defuse the situation. "Alright, boys, let's keep it cool. We're a team, remember?" Ghost scoffed and crossed his arms squishing you even more.

"Alright, listen up, folks. We've got two trucks waitin' for us down there. Keegan, your position is crucial on one of the surrounding mountains. Stay concealed, and ensure you have a clear view without being spotted. Group A, you're on standby until we secure the perimeter. Once it's clear, you'll move in as directed. In case things go sideways, we've got the Shadows on standby. Any questions?" Price said looking around at everyone. "Alright then, we're clear to land."

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