Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

As you got ready for the night out, you pieced together a cute yet comfortable outfit, opting for a black crop top adorned with delicate lace detailing paired with a mini-skirt that hugged your curves in all the right places. These were items you had cherished since you were 18, and the fact that they still fit gave you a sense of nostalgia and satisfaction. Deciding to add a touch of glam to your look, you applied some light makeup, opting for a natural look with a hint of shimmer on your eyelids and a swipe of mascara to enhance your lashes. Feeling empowered by the transformation, you carefully applied a pair of false eyelashes, adding a touch of drama to your otherwise understated makeup.

As you finished your preparations, there was a knock at the door, interrupting your thoughts. With a sigh, you made your way to answer it, revealing Ghost standing on the other side. "I need help," he stated simply, holding out a bunch of torn bandages in his hands. Raising an eyebrow, you crossed your arms, a mixture of amusement and exasperation evident in your expression. "With what?" you inquired, curious about what could possibly require your assistance. Ghost glanced down at the torn bandages, then back at you with a sheepish expression. "I can't wrap this around me," he admitted, his tone tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

"Why should I? When I needed help, you didn't help me," you retorted, your tone tinged with a hint of defiance. Ghost rolled his eyes, a hint of annoyance flickering across his features. "I didn't like you back then," he admitted bluntly. You scoffed incredulously, shaking your head in disbelief. "Back then? That was like two weeks ago," you pointed out, unable to hide the incredulity in your voice. "Are you gonna help me or not, Serpent?" Ghost pressed, his patience wearing thin as he held out the torn bandages once more, a silent plea in his eyes. 

You retrieved your own bandages from a nearby drawer, a pang of empathy tugging at your heart as you remembered the pain of your own injuries. With a sigh, you motioned for Ghost to sit on the edge of your bed, his discomfort evident as he gingerly lowered himself down, wincing as he aggravated his wound. Taking a seat on the floor in front of him, you retrieved a cloth and dampened it with water, gently wiping away the dried blood from his wound. Ghost remained silent, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance, his stoic demeanor belying the pain he must have been feeling. As you worked, the quiet intimacy of the moment enveloped you both, the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional creak of the bed the only sounds in the room. Despite the gravity of the situation, there was a sense of trust between you, a silent understanding that transcended words.

As you carefully tended to Ghost's wound, your fingers deftly wrapping the bandage around his injury, a playful smirk played on your lips. "So, you like me now, huh?" you teased, glancing up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Ghost's expression remained impassive as he met your gaze, his lips twitching slightly in amusement. "I tolerate you," he replied dryly, his tone teasing yet guarded. You couldn't help but chuckle at his response, shaking your head in mock disbelief. "Come on, admit it. I'm not as bad as you thought," you persisted, a playful glint in your eyes. 

A small smirk tugged at the corners of Ghost's lips, but he remained steadfast. "I'll do no such thing," he quipped, his tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of fondness. Despite his reluctance to admit it, there was a warmth in his gaze that spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between you, forged through shared trials and unspoken understanding.

Once you had cleaned the wound as best you could, you carefully wrapped the bandage around Ghost's injury, ensuring it was snug but not too tight. Ghost remained still throughout the process, his expression unreadable as he allowed you to tend to him. "There," you said softly, the task complete. "All patched up."Ghost nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze meeting yours briefly before he stood, the moment of vulnerability passing as he regained his composure. "Thanks, Serpent," he said quietly, a hint of gratitude in his voice. With a nod of thanks, Ghost turned to leave, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room as he made his way out.

After finishing your hair, you descended the stairs to find everyone dressed sharply, ready for the night ahead. Keegan's jest greeted you as you reached the bottom step. "You look great. You actually look like a girl now," he teased, prompting a playful swat to his arm. "Well, you're into boys then," you retorted with a smirk, causing him to pause mid-reply.

Before the banter could continue, Alejandro emerged, drawing everyone's attention. "Everyone, look at this picture. It's the cartel tattoo. Look for people with this, make some small talk, and then ask. Please, don't be stupid about this," he instructed, his tone serious yet tinged with a hint of urgency. The gravity of the situation settled over the group as they absorbed Alejandro's words, each nodding in understanding before preparing to depart for the night's mission.

"Soap, don't get too drunk, please," Price implored, his tone carrying a mixture of concern and authority. Soap responded with a smirk, "You know I can't promise that, Captain." Price let out a resigned groan. "I know, but at least I said it. And that goes for all of you too. Get information first before you have fun," he instructed firmly, ensuring the team understood the seriousness of their mission amid the temptation of a night out. "It feels wrong without Laswell," Gaz remarked, a somber note in his voice. Price nodded in agreement. "I know, but soon we'll have a night out that isn't also a mission," he assured, offering a glimmer of hope for a return to normalcy amidst the tension of their current circumstances.

"Alright, there's 2 trucks waiting outside. My men will be driving," Alejandro announced, ushering everyone to leave. You followed along, walking with Soap, who complimented, "You look good, Serpent." Returning the gesture, you smiled and replied, "Likewise." As you approached the trucks, you prepared to climb into one when Ghost unexpectedly pulled you back, his hands firm but gentle around your waist. Surprised, you turned to face him, finding his stoic expression unchanged, "You're in the middle." With a sigh, you retorted, "Oh, come on!" Soap chuckled at the scene as you found yourself sandwiched between the two of them, while Price took the passenger seat.

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