Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the training field, you found yourself pushing through the obstacle course one last time. Hours of relentless training had honed your skills, and despite the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm you, your body moved with a fluidity born of muscle memory. Every movement was precise, every step calculated as you pushed yourself to beat your previous best time.

Finally, as you crossed the finish line, you collapsed to the ground, your chest heaving with exertion as you lay next to where Ghost stood, his inscrutable gaze fixed upon you. "Twenty seconds. That's your best time," Ghost finally declared, his voice carrying a hint of approval as he acknowledged your improvement. Despite the grueling nature of the training session, his words sparked a sense of pride within you. As you sat up, feeling the ache in your muscles from the rigorous training session, you offered a dismissive response to Ghost's comment. "Yeah, whatever," you muttered, your tone tinged with exhaustion but also a hint of defiance. 

Ghost tossed you a water bottle and spoke up, "Let's go inside," but instead of immediately complying with his directive to go inside, you remained seated, your gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun was painting the sky in a stunning array of orange, pink, and yellow hues. "Look at that," you said softly, your voice filled with awe as you gestured towards the vibrant spectacle unfolding before you. "The way the colors blend together, it's like the sky is on fire." Curious about what had captured your attention, Ghost followed your gaze, his stoic expression softening slightly as he took in the beauty of the sunset. Your description of the scene further piqued his interest, and for a moment, the two of you shared a rare moment of quiet appreciation amidst the chaos of your training.

As the colors of the sunset continued to shift and evolve, casting a warm glow over the landscape, you found yourself lost in the moment, a sense of tranquility washing over you despite the physical exertion of the day. "It's mesmerizing," you murmured, your eyes fixed on the horizon as if transfixed by the breathtaking display unfolding before you. Eventually, Ghost broke the silence, his voice low but tinged with a hint of reverence as he acknowledged the scene before you. "It is beautiful," he conceded, his words carrying a weight of sincerity that surprised you. In that moment, as you watched the sun sink below the horizon, you couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with Ghost, a shared appreciation for the simple yet profound beauty of nature.

As Ghost held his hand out, you regarded him with a puzzled expression, unsure of his intentions. "Fine, you can get up yourself," he remarked, his tone brusque but tinged with a hint of amusement at your hesitation. Before you could protest further, you reconsidered, realizing the strain your tired muscles were under. "No, wait," you interjected hastily, a sense of reluctant gratitude creeping into your voice. Responding to your change of heart, Ghost extended his hand once more, his expression neutral as you tentatively reached out and grasped it. With surprising ease, he lifted you to your feet, his strength evident as he effortlessly supported your weight despite the protest of your fatigued muscles.

With Ghost's support, you straightened, steeling yourself against the ache and discomfort that still lingered in your muscles. Though your body protested the movement, you were determined to push through. "Is your wound okay?" he inquired, his voice carrying a note of genuine concern. You nodded in response, offering a tentative reassurance. "I think so," you replied, though a trace of uncertainty lingered in your tone. Sensing your hesitation, Ghost took a step closer, his expression unreadable as he reached a hand towards your side. "Let me see," he suggested softly, his tone gentle yet insistent. With a nod, you acquiesced, lifting the hem of your shirt to reveal the bandaging that covered the wound. As Ghost inspected the dressing, you held your breath, a sense of anticipation building in the silence that enveloped you.