"What are you made of?" a Ghost x reader fanfic.

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It had been several weeks since Ghost and König had left on their mission, leaving a noticeable void in the base. As I stepped out of my room, the absence of my teammates was immediately apparent. Curious, I made my way through the deserted halls, the usual chatter and activity replaced by an eerie silence that sent a shiver down my spine.

Following the sound of voices, I found myself outside the meeting room. Peeking inside, I saw Ghost and König, their faces worn and bloodied, recounting their harrowing experience to Price, Gaz, and Soap. The tension in the room was thick, each member of the team hanging on to every word as Ghost and König described the ambush they had faced.

"We were caught off guard," Ghost began, his voice low and strained. "They came out of nowhere, heavily armed and ready for a fight."

König nodded, his expression grim. "We tried to get information out of them, but they were fanatics. They chose death over surrender, taking their own lives before we could learn anything useful."

The room fell silent, the weight of their words hanging heavy in the air. Price leaned forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "It seems our enemies are becoming more desperate. We need to be prepared for anything."

Gaz clenched his jaw, his frustration evident. "We can't let this setback deter us. We'll find another way to get the information we need."

Soap's eyes were steely with determination as he spoke. "We'll regroup and come up with a new plan. We can't afford to let them outmaneuver us."

As I entered the meeting room, the first person to notice me was König. He walked over with a soft smile, calling me his "liebe Maus. I was worried about you," he said, his voice laced with genuine concern.

I felt a warmth in my chest at his words, grateful for his caring nature. But as I looked up, I noticed Ghost glaring daggers at König, his expression unreadable but filled with tension.

Ignoring the silent tension between them, I turned to König and replied, "I'm fine, König. Thank you for your concern. I'm just glad you both made it back safely."

König's smile softened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and gratitude. "We're just glad to be back." he said, his tone gentle and reassuring.

As König drew me in for a soft hug, I could feel the tension in his muscles, a silent reminder of the ordeal he had been through. I returned the embrace, offering what comfort I could in that moment. After the hug, I asked him softly, "What happened out there? Are you okay?"

König sighed, his expression pained as he recounted the ambush. "It was a setup, Y/N. We think someone tipped them off, knew we were coming. They were waiting for us, heavily armed and ready for a fight."

I felt a chill run down my spine at his words, the realization sinking in that our enemies were one step ahead of us. "That's... terrifying," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

König nodded, his jaw clenched in frustration. "We'll need to be more cautious from now on. They're getting bolder, more desperate."

As the discussion continued, Price's voice cut through the tension in the room. "We'll need to get our hands on the files of those who ambushed you. We need to find out their contacts and connections to uncover who the mole might be." His words were met with nods of agreement from the team, each member understanding the gravity of the situation.

After the meeting concluded, Gaz and Soap headed off to the training grounds, their focus shifting towards honing their skills for the challenges that lay ahead. König and Ghost retreated to their respective rooms, no doubt needing some time to decompress and process the events of the day.

I found myself left alone in the meeting room with Price, the weight of his words still lingering in the air. As I looked at him, I could see the gears turning in his mind, his determination unwavering in the face of adversity. "We'll get to the bottom of this, Y/N," he said, his tone resolute. "We'll find out who's behind this and make sure they pay for what they've done."

As I left the meeting room, a nagging feeling tugged at my gut, urging me to check on Ghost. I made my way to his room, the hallway feeling eerily quiet as I approached his door. Taking a deep breath, I knocked softly, my heart pounding in my chest.

The door creaked open, revealing Ghost standing there shirtless, his chest adorned with bruises, fresh cuts, and wounds that painted a vivid picture of the battle he had endured. His mask obscured his expression, but I could sense the weariness in his posture as he looked down at me.

For a moment, we stood in silence, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily in the air. I found my voice, barely above a whisper. "Hey, Ghost. I... I just wanted to check on you. Are you okay?"

Ghost's gaze softened behind the mask, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "I'll be fine, Y/N," he replied, his voice low and hoarse. "Just another day at the office."

I couldn't help but feel a pang of concern as I looked at the injuries marring his chest, a stark reminder of the dangers we faced on a daily basis. "You shouldn't downplay it," I said softly, my worry evident in my voice. "Let me help you with those wounds."

As Ghost stepped aside to let me in, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. Despite his stoic demeanor, I knew that beneath the mask and the battle scars, there was a vulnerability that he rarely showed.

As Ghost closed the door behind us, the room fell into a heavy silence. He made his way to his bed, sitting down with a weary sigh, his body language betraying the pain he was trying to hide. I followed, climbing onto the bed behind him, preparing to clean his wounds.

I couldn't help but notice the full-body mirror facing us across the room, reflecting Ghost's battered form back at us. His torso was a canvas of bruises, cuts, and wounds, each one a testament to the battles he had fought and the sacrifices he had made.

As I reached for the cleaning supplies on the counter, my eyes landed on a bottle of sleeping medication, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of Ghost's injuries. The sight of it made my heart ache, a silent reminder of the toll that this life took on all of us, even the strongest among us.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task at hand. "Let me help you with this," I said gently, my voice a soothing presence in the quiet room.

Ghost's reflection in the mirror remained stoic. I felt a sense of focus wash over me as I began to clean Ghost's wounds, the soft touch of the cleaning cloth against his battered skin a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the injuries he bore. As my fingers traced the lines of his wounds, a sense of admiration washed over me, not just for his physical strength but for the resilience he displayed in the face of adversity.

His back was a canvas of bruises and cuts, each one telling a story of the battles he had fought and the sacrifices he had made. As I worked to clean his wounds, my fingers traced the contours of his back, a silent gesture of comfort and care in the quiet room.

As I continued to clean Ghost's wounds, a flush of warmth spread across my cheeks, my face tinged with a rosy hue. I was captivated by the sight of his build, the strength and resilience evident in every line and muscle of his body. My gaze lingered on his form, a mix of admiration and intrigue swirling within me.

Lost in my own thoughts, I was unaware of Ghost's gaze fixed on me through the mirror. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, watched me with a keen intensity, his focus unwavering as he observed my features with a sense of quiet admiration.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met his gaze in the mirror, a silent understanding passing between us. In that moment, as our eyes locked, I could sense a connection forming, a spark of recognition that transcended words.

Despite the wounds and scars that marred his body, there was a raw beauty in Ghost's resilience, a strength that radiated from within. And as he watched me with a gaze filled with unspoken admiration.