Daddy Issues /Ghost x reader/

9.

The rain is pouring like it's coming from a faucet as the soliders stand up exactly 5 feet next to each other in a bunch of rows. Everyone's getting tapped out in minutes and the families of the soliders are all over everywhere, looking for their beloved son or daughter, maybe dad or mom.. You could cry right that second. You didn't want your dad to be here, but you wanted your mom like all your life. If she would've been there, maybe you wouldn't be a solider now. Maybe you would have a loving family and no traumas, but she had to leave, obviously. On the whole field, only about 3-4 soliders stay after an hour of standing straight and without a single movement. You're cold and you feel uncomfortably wet as the raindrops keep falling onto your face and all your clothes. You're already completely soaked when Ghost notices you, just a couple rows away. His eyes narrow as he stares at your back, your shaking frame from the cold. Price comes up to him, gently patting his arm.

"Go, rest, Simon." He nods a bit.

"Thank you, Cap." Price notices how Ghost keeps looking y/n's way and he sighs.

"I know you. She's only 18, Ghost. I get that she's legally an adult, but.. Morals, you know?"

"I haven't felt like this in so long.." Ghost's eyes fill with tears, but he pinches the bridge of his nose, pretending like he's just frustrated. The rain helps him a bit, since his balaclava is already soaked and the little skin that Price can see is already wet as well.

"Go, tap her out and we'll talk about this later. Take care of her while I'm gone, okay?" Ghost nods. "It's a command, solider."

"Yes, sir. I will."

"Good." With that, Price leaves and Ghost slowly starts walking up to you.

Your tears are soaked on your face with the raindrops, you wouldn't be able to tell them apart anymore. It feels like every single little drop on your back or shoulders are small knives at this point, before you feel a touch on your waist, turning you around.

"Ghost..?" You look up at him as he leans down and hugs you tightly, his warm embrace helping you to feel a little less cold because of the rain. You hug him back tightly, sobbing against his shoulder. He lifts you up, your feet just about a foot off the ground so he could hug you tighter. When he gently puts you back down, he lets go of you, tucking a couple of lost strains of hair back behind your ears.

"Let's go in before you catch a cold, y/n." He murmurs, starting to walk away. You follow him, your breath still taken away by the gesture.

"Why would you do that..?" You ask when you catch up to him.

"Why did I do that..?" He looks at you, rolling his eyes. "Because you clearly needed it." You think for a second, just walking next to him, back to base.

"You don't know people that well, Ghost. I think you needed it." He looks at you once again.

"Watch your mouth."

"It's not a bad thing that you actually have feelings, you know that, right? Everyone needs love, even if you think you don't."

"Don't even try that on me.." He rolls his eyes, looking back forward as you walk together. Your gaze drops to his hand, it's slightly shaking but you still wanna hold it so badly.. You just need his love and care.. But you decide otherwise, knowing that he's already mad at you again.

Once you're inside the base, he grabs your arm, dragginig you to his quarters. It's much nicer than yours, including the fact that he's in here as well.

"Why am I here?" You look up at him for a sec before going to his bed and looking around everywhere.

"Because Price told me to take care of you." He crosses his arms against his chest.

"And how do you intent to do that..?" You roll your eyes as you open some drawers to look around in his stuff and he looks fairly untouched by you searching through his stuff.

"You're going to catch a cold if you don't take at least a shower and dry clothes and I know you don't wanna be sick on your free day."

"What if I do? What if I want you to take care of me?" She chuckles.

"Stop flirting, Private."

"I have a name.." You look back at him. "I hate this formal way of speaking.. Like please, my mom gave me a pretty name for you to use it."

"You have a mom?"

"Low blow." You roll your eyes as he smirks.

"Look, y/n." He comes up to you, sitting down on his bed. "What happened on the field.. I was just trying to comfort you, okay? You act like you have something for me more and more and it's starting to annoy me. You're a kid and I could literally be your father.."