Cod One-Shots

👻Rooftop

‼️TW: Mentions of suicidal thoughts.‼️

Ghost was known for being stern, cold and distant. He was never one to talk much and that hasn't changed one bit. The only people he would truly be himself around was his team. The 141. He was honestly proud to be part of it and have the people he has. Whenever he would be going through a hard time, the others would be there for him and whenever one of the others would be going through a hard time, he would usually let someone else help them. He would if he could, but he wasn't one to be good with words. He's been told many times that he was too honest. But this time is different. This time, he wanted to try and help. The main reason being because it was you.

He noticed it from the first day it started. You were usually quite.. Bubbly. Yet ever since a few weeks ago, you haven't been as chatty as usual. You were often lost in your thoughts and distracted. After 3 days, you started losing your appetite. Then you would socialize less with the team. You were often either walking around the base, in your room or training.

As Ghost observed these changes in you, he grew increasingly concerned. Not only did you lose your appetite, but he noticed that you struggled to concentrate during missions. Your once sharp reflexes seemed dulled, and your interactions with the team became more strained.

Ghost's worry intensified as he observed additional signs that hinted at a deeper struggle. Your once meticulous grooming routine had become neglected, with unkempt hair and tired eyes reflecting in the mirror. The spark that once ignited your eyes during combat had dimmed, replaced by a haunting emptiness that Ghost couldn't ignore.

He noticed you withdrawing not only from conversations but also from activities that once brought you joy. Your interest in hobbies and pastimes had waned, leaving a void that even the adrenaline of missions couldn't fill. Ghost, attuned to the nuances of his teammates, recognized the heaviness in your steps and the weariness that lingered in the air around you.

In moments of quiet, Ghost caught glimpses of your struggle to mask the pain beneath a facade of strength. Subtle sighs and distant stares betrayed the internal battles you faced. Though not one to readily express emotions, Ghost sensed the weight of your unspoken burden, recognizing the silent cry for help that manifested in the depths of your eyes.

Just 2 days ago, he was walking to your quarters to try and talk to you, but when he got there, he heard silent cries. If he weren't listening, he wouldn't have heard it. But he did. He could tell you were trying to hold it in, yet you were failing as muffled sobs escaped. He was conflicted on what to do. He wasn't sure if he should knock or leave you be.

Ghost hesitated outside your door, torn between respecting your privacy and his growing concern for your well-being. The internal struggle mirrored the battles he faced on the field, but this time, the enemy was elusive, residing within the walls of your silent suffering.

Ghost lingered in the hallway, a shadow in the dimly lit corridor. His internal conflict persisted, uncertainty etched on his usually composed face. Instead of knocking, he opted to remain silent, wrestling with the unspoken dilemma of whether to breach the walls you had built around your pain or allow you the solitude you seemed to seek.

After a prolonged moment, Ghost took a step back, his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway. The decision weighed heavily on his shoulders, but his respect for your boundaries prevailed. With a final, lingering gaze at your closed door, he silently retreated, disappearing into the shadows of the base.

As Ghost navigated the familiar halls, the gravity of the situation remained etched in his mind. He contemplated the best way to support you without intruding, acknowledging that sometimes space was as valuable as companionship. Ghost understood the delicate dance between offering a helping hand and granting the solace someone needed to face their demons alone.