Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐮𝐭

As night settled in, casting shadows across the base, the air was charged with anticipation. You took a moment to double-check your gear, ensuring every piece was in place for the mission ahead. Dressed in all black, you felt a sense of readiness coursing through your veins, but a nagging concern tugged at the back of your mind: your mask was nowhere to be found. Frantically, you searched your room, rifling through drawers and rummaging in bags, but the mask remained elusive. Determined not to let this setback delay your preparations, you ventured out into the hallway, your eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor for any sign of your missing gear.

Your search led you to a stop in front of Ghost's room, the door looming silently before you. With a hesitant hand, you raised your fist and rapped lightly on the wood, hoping he might have seen your mask or perhaps borrowed it without asking. As the door creaked open, revealing Ghost standing there, shirtless and illuminated by the soft glow from within his room, your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes instinctively traced the lines of his tattoos, the definition of his abs, and the scars that adorned his skin, momentarily mesmerized by the sight before you.

Feeling a rush of heat rising to your cheeks, you quickly averted your gaze when he lifted your chin with a gentle touch of his finger. Clearing your throat, you managed to stammer out your inquiry, your voice betraying the nervousness swirling within you. "Um, hi... I, uh, was just wondering if maybe my mask got mixed in with your laundry or something?" you blurted out, your words coming out in a rushed tumble as you tried to regain your composure. Ghost's expression remained unreadable for a moment, his piercing gaze holding yours as if searching for something beneath the surface. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he stepped back, allowing you to enter his room.

"Come in," he said, his voice calm and measured. You followed him inside, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity swirling within you. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced along the walls. Ghost moved towards a small pile of laundry on a nearby chair and began rummaging through it. You stood awkwardly by the doorway, unsure of what to do with yourself in his intimate space. After a moment, he straightened up, holding out your mask in his hand. "Here," he said simply, offering it to you. "Thanks," you replied, reaching out to take it from him. As your fingers brushed against his, a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between you, causing you to withdraw your hand hastily. 

Ghost's eyes flickered briefly, his expression inscrutable once more. "No problem," he replied, his tone neutral as he turned away to continue his task. Feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment, you quickly retreated from his room, the encounter leaving you with more questions than answers. As you slipped on the mask, the familiar scent enveloped you, a potent mixture of cigarette smoke and a smoky cologne that was distinctly Ghost's. It lingered in the fabric, clinging to the fibers like a ghostly reminder of his presence.

For a moment, you stood there, inhaling deeply, allowing the scent to fill your senses. It stirred something within you, a strange amalgamation of emotions that you couldn't quite name. There was a comfort in the familiarity of it, mingled with a tinge of something more elusive, something that danced on the edges of your consciousness. With a shake of your head, you pushed aside the bewildering thoughts, focusing instead on the task at hand. You adjusted the mask, ensuring it fit snugly against your face, its presence now both a shield and a reminder of the enigmatic man who had handed it to you. 

You descended the stairs to the armory, where the faint smell of gun oil and metal greeted you. The dimly lit room was filled with racks of weapons and equipment, each item meticulously organized and ready for the upcoming mission. You approached the rack containing your designated loadout, scanning the array of weapons and gear available. With practiced efficiency, you began selecting your gear, methodically checking each piece to confirm its readiness.

At the far end, near the rows of rifles, you spotted Keegan and Gaz deep in conversation, their voices low as they inspected their gear. "Hey," you called out, drawing their attention. Keegan looked up, offering you a nod of acknowledgment, while Gaz flashed a brief smile before returning his focus to the task at hand. "Ready for tonight?" Keegan asked, his tone laced with a mixture of anticipation and readiness. "Yeah, just making sure everything's in order," you replied, striding over to join them.

Gaz glanced over at you, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned back to his equipment. "Better double-check those magazines," he advised, tapping the side of his rifle. You followed his suggestion, methodically inspecting each magazine and ensuring they were fully loaded and ready for action. As you stood in the armory with Keegan, Gaz, and the rest of the team, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. The small talk flowed easily among you, a mix of nerves and camaraderie permeating the air as you awaited the final call to action.

Then, like clockwork, the door swung open, and Price entered with purpose. His presence commanded attention, instantly silencing the chatter as all eyes turned to him. With a nod, he issued the directive you had been waiting for: "Let's roll out." The words sparked a flurry of activity as everyone snapped into action, double-checking their gear and ensuring they were prepared for the mission ahead. There was a sense of urgency in the air now, a palpable energy driving you all forward as you readied yourselves to face whatever challenges awaited beyond the safety of the base walls.

With a final glance around the armory, you knew that you and your team were as ready as you'd ever be. It was time to embark on the mission, to put your training and skills to the test in the field. As you followed Price out of the armory, determination set in, each step bringing you closer to the unknown that awaited beyond the base's perimeter.

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