Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐫

The soft glow of a bedside lamp bathed your room in a warm, ambient light as you prepared to retire for the night. After securing your hair into two neat braids and slipping into a comfortable pair of short shorts, you took a moment to enjoy the quiet solitude of your room. Just as you were about to settle in, a gentle knock echoed through the room, disrupting the tranquil atmosphere. The unexpected interruption prompted you to pause, wondering who might be seeking your attention at this hour. "Come in," you called, the uncertainty evident in your voice. The door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of a familiar figure against the hallway light. The soft click of the door closing signaled the entrance of someone into your personal space.

"What's up Serpent?" Keegan asked. "I was about to go to sleep until you interrupted me," you said with a tinge of annoyance. "I wanted to see how you are," A subtle annoyance lingered in your voice as you responded, "I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine, Keegan. Just tired." As the overhead light flickered to life, you instinctively crossed your arms, creating a shield against his scrutinizing gaze. The room's ambiance shifted, casting a more revealing light on your surroundings. Despite your attempt to maintain a composed demeanor, a hint of vulnerability lingered in the air. Keegan's eyes scanned over your body, and you couldn't help but feel a need to justify your earlier irritation. "I don't need a babysitter. I've survived worse," you added, a subtle defiance in your tone.

As Keegan leaned against the wall, a faint smirk played on his lips. "Not trying to be your babysitter. Just checking up," he said, his eyes lingering on you. You couldn't help but feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. "Is that all?" you asked, crossing your arms defensively. "Do you want it to be?" he responded, his tone taking on a more suggestive note. The unexpected question caught you off guard, and a moment of tension lingered between you. "Guess I'll leave you to your beauty sleep then," he added, flashing a masked smile before turning to leave. As Keegan made his way to the door, his teasing smile and suggestive remark left you with a mix of confusion and curiosity. You hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak up, "Wait, Keegan."

He turned back to face you, a playful glint in his eyes. "Change your mind?" he quipped, a smirk dancing on his covered lips. Ignoring his remark, you took a step closer, the cool floor beneath your bare feet. "What was that about, really?" you asked, your tone more serious now. The room felt charged with an unspoken energy, and you needed clarity. A moment of silence passed, and then he softly spoke, "Will this show you?"

Before you could fully process his words, he slid his mask up to his nose, closed the remaining distance between you, and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle yet filled with an unspoken intensity. Time seemed to slow as you shared a moment of connection that transcended words. You deepened the kiss, and he gripped your waist with one hand, and with the other, he held your chin. When he pulled back, there was a newfound warmth in his eyes. The air in the room felt charged, and you found yourself caught between surprise and a growing awareness of the emotions that lingered.

Keegan, with a subtle smile, whispered, "Sometimes, actions speak louder than words." The warmth from the kiss lingered in the air as you processed the unexpected intimacy. However, a sense of realization struck you, and you gently pushed Keegan away, creating a bit of distance between you. "I appreciate the gesture, Keegan, but you don't even know me," you said, your tone carrying a mix of confusion and assertiveness. The room, once filled with a shared connection, now felt tinged with uncertainty. Keegan, seemingly unfazed, looked at you with a hint of amusement. "No, I don't," he admitted, a casual smirk playing on his lips. "But it's been a while since I've had a good fuck."

His nonchalant comment caught you off guard, and a surge of anger welled up within you. The vulnerability you had briefly shared transformed into frustration. "Is that all you see me as? Just someone to satisfy your needs?" you retorted, your voice sharp with disappointment. Keegan leaned back, a casual demeanor still intact. "Hey, I never said it was all you are. Just thought we could have some fun," he replied, his tone suggesting that it was all just a casual proposition. The realization hit you hard, and a wave of anger swept through you. "I'm not here for your entertainment, Keegan," you snapped, standing up. The room felt charged with tension, the earlier camaraderie replaced by a harsh reality.

"Get the fuck out," you demanded, your eyes narrowing with a mixture of anger and hurt. The contrast between the warmth of the earlier moment and the harshness of the current exchange was stark. Keegan, seemingly unruffled, stood up, his playful demeanor replaced by a more serious expression. "Fine," he said, a hint of regret in his eyes. "Didn't mean to cross any lines." As he made his way out the door, you couldn't shake off the sense of disappointment and frustration. The room, once a haven of shared understanding, now echoed with the harsh reality of misjudgment and misplaced intentions. "God I should have known." You said feeling a bit disgusted.

The echoes of the heated exchange with Keegan still lingered as another knock resounded through the room. Frustration etched across your face, you swiftly made your way to the door, ready to confront Keegan about the unwarranted intrusion. Flustered and agitated, you swung the door open, prepared to unleash your pent-up emotions. But to your surprise, it wasn't Keegan standing there. Instead, Ghost, with his characteristic stoic expression, met your gaze. The intensity of your emotions instantly shifted, replaced by a sense of urgency. "What do you want?" you asked, the edge still present in your tone, though directed differently this time.

Ghost wasted no time with pleasantries. "Emergency briefing. Head to the briefing room. It's important," he stated, his eyes meeting yours with a sense of gravity. Confused by the sudden change of topic, you couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh.  "Can't it wait? I'm not in the mood for more drama right now," you retorted, your emotions still running high from the encounter with Keegan. Ghost's expression remained unchanged. "If it could wait do you think I'd be at your doorway?"

Caught off guard by his rude tone, you couldn't help but feel your anger escalating. "What is your problem with me?" you asked, the frustration from the encounter with Keegan still evident in your voice. Ghost's composure slipped, and a hint of anger flared in his eyes. "My problem? You don't take anything seriously. This mission is more significant than your personal drama," he snapped, his frustration boiling over. "Oh, I'm the one who doesn't take things seriously?" you retorted, a surge of defiance coursing through you. Fueled by frustration, you attempted to shove Ghost out of your doorway, but he stood his ground, unmoved by the attempt.

He continued to stare at you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Without warning, Ghost swiftly grabbed your wrist, his grip unyielding. Before you could react, he slammed you against your bedroom wall with a force that took you by surprise. "What did I say about touching me, huh?" he hissed, his face inches from yours. The air in the room crackled with tension as you felt the impact against the wall. The unexpected turn of events left you momentarily stunned, and you could sense the gravity of the situation. Ghost's voice was low and threatening as he continued, "Next time you disobey orders, may God help you."

The sudden intensity of the confrontation left you wide-eyed and breathless, staring at Ghost with a mixture of fear and defiance. His grip on your wrist was firm, and the impact against the wall had left an impression, both physically and emotionally. "Is that clear?" Ghost demanded, his voice cutting through the tension in the air. Your silence spoke volumes as you swallowed hard and managed a hesitant nod. "Yes," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. Ghost's eyes bore into yours, unyielding. "Yes, what?" he pressed further, his tone demanding compliance. A lump formed in your throat as you forced out the words, "Yes, sir."

Satisfied with your response, Ghost released his grip on your wrist. The room felt like it was closing in on you as he stepped back. "I expect to see you sitting down in the briefing room in five minutes," he commanded, his gaze unwavering. "And put some bloody clothes on." Without waiting for a response, Ghost turned on his heel and left, the weight of his words lingering in the air. As the door closed behind him, you were left alone to process the abrupt encounter.

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