Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞

Your older brother's playful inquiry rang through the air, "How many cookies have you had?" His eyes twinkled with amusement, already anticipating a mischievous response. Grinning cheekily, you giggled and replied, "Five," while unknowingly holding up four fingers. Laughter bubbled between you and your brother, creating a melody of joy that resonated in the air. Together, you both returned to your mom and dad, their smiles radiant with warmth. Your father, sensing your desire, effortlessly picked you up, his arms providing a secure embrace. He playfully tousled your braided hair, a familiar gesture that spoke of love and comfort.

Amidst the familial embrace, a figure in a military uniform approached—a general. Your father, pride evident in his voice, introduced you and your brother to the distinguished man. "This is my daughter Y/N and my son Alex," he said, his words carrying a sense of paternal pride. The general, a symbol of authority and respect, greeted your family warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet your children," he acknowledged with a nod. You, feeling a surge of shyness in the presence of this figure, gave a little wave. Your small hand hesitated in the air before offering a timid greeting. The general, recognizing the innocence in the gesture, responded with a warm smile. 

Your parents engaged in conversation with the general, discussing work-related matters. The soft hum of dialogue mingled with the melody of the music, creating a harmonious backdrop to the scene. "Why don't you two run along and play?" she suggested with a warm smile, recognizing the desire for youthful freedom. With a nod of agreement, your father gently set you down, and you and your brother, fueled by the sheer delight of the moment, began to dance. The soft music enveloped you as you twirled and spun, laughter escaping in bursts of joy. Your brother, a willing partner in this impromptu dance, mirrored the elation radiating from your animated movements. 

Suddenly, the serene scene was shattered by the unmistakable sound of gunfire. Instinctively, your older brother grabbed your arm, his urgency evident in his grip. Without hesitation, he guided you to duck behind a nearby counter, seeking refuge from the escalating violence. The sporadic bursts of gunfire echoed through the room as people screamed and scattered in all directions. Your brother's voice cut through the chaos, a steady reassurance amid the turmoil. "Keep your head down and stay quiet," he instructed, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene for any signs of danger. The gravity of the situation intensified as you clung to his words, your heart pounding in your chest.

Amid the commotion, the desperate search for safety began. Your brother, taking charge in the midst of uncertainty, placed a hand over your mouth, preventing any unintentional noise. Panic welled up within you as you whispered, "Where's mommy and daddy?" Your brother, maintaining a composed demeanor despite the chaos, whispered back, "Y/N, you remember hide and seek, right?" With a nod, you affirmed the memory of the childhood game. He continued, his voice calm yet urgent, "You need to find the best spot, where no one can find you. Don't be seen." The weight of his words sank in, and tears welled up in your eyes as the reality of the situation pressed down.

In a trembling voice, you pleaded, "Come with me, please," but your brother shook his head, his eyes conveying a mixture of determination and concern. "I need to find mom and dad. Now go, hurry," he urged, gently pushing you toward a safer haven.  You followed your brother's instructions and sought refuge under a table. The dissonant symphony of gunfire, unintelligible screams, and the clatter of panicked footsteps created a surreal and terrifying atmosphere. The world around you seemed to blur as you cowered beneath the table, your senses overwhelmed by the pandemonium. The chaotic sounds of gunfire and panicked voices gradually began to die down, leaving behind an eerie quiet. The once tumultuous room now became a canvas of tense stillness, with the echoes of the recent chaos still reverberating in the air.