COD Oneshots (xReader)

Ghost - Motorbike

Short neutral oneshot yippee least amount of effort spent on this because I'm struggling with the other ones

If there were a checklist for all the things that could have gone wrong on that mission, all boxes would definitely be checked. The enemy was practically waiting for us, we hadn't picked up enough ammunition for the situation, our guns were constantly getting jammed and I had a few scrapes from bullets nearly hitting me. It was a terrible day and I couldn't wait to just get home and sleep it all off. Then my car wouldn't start. I lost it, kicking the car, cursing, punching the car, crying, hugging the car. I was so exhausted, another bad thing just had to happen. I took a deep breath in, trying not to rip my car apart with my bare hands. We'd gotten back from the mission late and calling for the car to be towed seemed like way too much work at such a time. I sighed, drumming my fingertips on the steering wheel.

Ghost is usually up at this time... maybe he can come and get me? I called his phone.
"Simon? Small problem, my car won't start." I spoke plainly, not trying to reveal that I'm on the brink of pure unfiltered rage.
"What? It's four in the morning?" He spoke groggily, yawning right into the speaker. Guess he wasn't up at this time.
"The mission ran late. Can you pick me up?" I hated asking - if I woke up to someone asking me to drive them home I'd probably hang up.
"Sure, where are you?" I heard him already standing up. I atleast expected some refusal, how was he so easily accepting this?

Eventually he arrived, the rumble of his motorbike made the ground shake below me. "You brought the bike? Hell no, Ghost." I refused. I might have asked to get picked up but i definitely didn't ask to risk my life.
"It's faster, you'll be home in no time." He tried to convince me. He's crazy. He's insane.
"No wonder, it's also more dangerous!" I argued. He then just blankly stared at me.
"You asked me to come and pick you up, I'm here. Get on the bloody bike, Y/n." He passed a spare helmet to me. I reluctantly sat on the back, not in the mood to stay here any longer.

As he accelerated as we got onto the highway I started to hug him tightly, clinging onto the loose fabric of his jacket.
"Slow the hell down! Are you crazy?" I hit him lightly in a panic.
"I might just be..." he let out a slight chuckle, "So you trust me?" He asked with an evident smile in his voice. I didn't answer in slight disbelief. He started slightly tilting the bike to get an answer out of me.
"I trust you..." i answered, a little confused at the question. I did trust him, I trusted him way too damn much.

He started driving to the other side of the highway into oncoming traffic. I should not have said that.
"You're going to kill us! What the hell is wrong with you!" I screamed at him, my heart probably beating fast enough to end me. He didn't respond and instead accelerated even further as he dodged and weaved between cars. The cold air whipped past us, leaving a cool breeze in its wake as the force threatened to push us back. It felt oddly exhilarating, the excitement of it being an unbelievably good feeling. Ghost shifted a little before music started playing in our helmets (you pick a song) causing an odd feeling in my heart and a flutter in my stomach. It was like a movie - watching the street lamps fade in and out of view and the sound of cars honking at us slowly fading. Why was he doing this? I wanted to be sensible, order him to get to the right side of the road, force him to slow down - but it was way too fun.

Eventually he had to pull back into the right lane so we'd actually be on the road home.
"You're an idiot," I chuckled nervously at him, calming down from the situation.
"I cheered you up, didn't I?" He leant back against me a little.
"So that's why you did it?" I smirked a little. Did he really just put a whole bunch of people in danger to cheer me up? The common not falling in love person would call him insane, but fortunately for him I was falling in love. He didn't respond.

Soon enough we arrived at my house. I hopped off his bike all too eagerly. He walked me to my door politely, his helmet in his hand.
"Thanks for that... even if it was reckless" I patted his arm, earning a chuckle out of him.
"Any time." He grinned, looking down at his feet.
"Never again, okay?" I flicked him as I pulled my hand away from his arm. I turned to start unlocking my door. He had gone out of his way too cheer me up after noticing I hadn't had the greatest of days. He was kind like that. I turned back to him just before he started walking back to his bike, grabbing his hand and pulling him back. It was dark, but I could still just about see his eyes. They were always so expressive, he looked happy with himself, happy that he'd made me feel better. I smiled, leaning up and placing a light kiss to his cheek.
"Drive safely." I whispered to the frozen man before turning back and heading inside my home, leaving him stood in shock at my doorstep.