Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

The soft glow of your desk lamp casts a warm light over the room, creating a cozy atmosphere as you dive into your work. Each click of the keyboard echoes softly in the quiet room as you meticulously sift through the files, scanning for any shred of information that might shed light on the enigmatic puzzle you're trying to solve. Time seems to blur as you immerse yourself in your task, your focus unyielding as you search for clues.

Occasionally, you pause to jot down notes or highlight key details, your mind racing with possibilities and theories. The room is filled with a sense of determination and purpose, driving you forward in your quest for answers. As the hours pass by, you find yourself engrossed in your work, your determination unwavering as you continue to unravel the tangled web of secrets and deceit that surrounds you. Gaz's voice then echoes down the hallway, "aye Serpent! We got Chinese come eat." 

Quickly concealing the files and shutting down your computer, you slip on a hoodie before heading downstairs. In the living area, everyone, including Alejandro and Rudy, is gathered. However, upon noticing Graves among them, you hesitate briefly, a sense of unease flickering across your expression. Gaz notices your pause and asks "is everything okay?", to which you nod, though your discomfort lingers. Taking a seat on the couch with the others, Soap handed you a takeout box, questioning, "You like orange chicken, right?" You nodded in confirmation. "Okay, good. I wasn't sure if I should get the orange or kung fu."

"Bloody hell, Soap, it's kung pao," Gaz interjected, shaking his head. "Well, excuse me, they both have the word kung in it," Soap retorted with a chuckle, displaying his typical humor. "Oh, almost forgot. Serpent, would you mind taking this to Ghost?" Soap added, handing you another box, to which you agreed readily. As you rose from your seat, you caught the gaze of Graves, his expression inscrutable. He stared at you with an intensity that seemed to pierce right through you, and you held his gaze, feeling a chill run down your spine. It was as if he could see through your facade, as if he knew about the investigation you were conducting, and you couldn't help but wonder if there really was more to him than met the eye.

Your heart races as you make your way down the corridor toward Ghost's medbay room. Each step feels heavier than the last, anticipation and anxiety mingling within you. When you reach the door, your hand trembles slightly as you push it open, your mind so preoccupied that you forget to knock. The sight that greets you freezes you in your tracks. Inside, the nurse is in the midst of changing Ghost's dressings, her focus solely on her task. For a brief moment, you're caught off guard, feeling a flush of embarrassment wash over you. "Oh, I'm so sorry," you blurt out instinctively, taking a step back as you begin to close the door, eager to give them privacy. But before you can retreat entirely, Ghost's voice cuts through the air, halting your movements. "Serpent," he calls out, his tone calm yet commanding, causing you to pause mid-action. Caught between the impulse to leave and the weight of his summoning, you hover uncertainly in the doorway, unsure of what to do next.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you linger awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed. Ghost's voice breaks the tension, his calm demeanor contrasting with the flurry of emotions swirling inside you. Turning back slowly, you meet Ghost's gaze, finding a reassuring steadiness in his eyes. "Come in," he says, his tone gentle yet firm. With a tentative nod, you step into the room, the door closing softly behind you. The nurse gives you a brief nod of acknowledgment before returning her attention to Ghost's care, affording you a moment of privacy with him. Taking a hesitant breath, you approach Ghost's bedside, uncertainty still tugging at the edges of your thoughts. "I didn't mean to intrude," you murmur apologetically, your gaze flickering between Ghost and the nurse.