Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

You and Ghost sat in the office, accompanied by Alejandro. The atmosphere was tense as you relayed everything you had discovered about Graves and the Shadows. "This is getting bigger," Alejandro remarked, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "And without Price or Laswell, there isn't much we can do," he added with a heavy sigh. "We're sitting ducks," Ghost remarked, his tone reflecting the gravity of the situation. Alejandro fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. Then, he reached for a sticky note and a pen from Ghost's desk, quickly jotting something down.

"These are coordinates to my safehouse," Alejandro said, handing the note to you and Ghost. "If what you're saying is true, and things end up going left, we will meet here." The weight of Alejandro's words hung in the air, a somber reminder of the precariousness of the situation. You and Ghost exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the gravity of Alejandro's offer. As Alejandro turned to leave, Ghost's voice cut through the silence. "This stays between us. No one outside this room can know," he emphasized, his tone firm. Alejandro nodded solemnly. "My lips are sealed hermano," he affirmed before exiting the room.

Once alone, Ghost turned to you, his expression serious. "You found out what those numbers mean?" he inquired, his brow furrowed in concern. You shook your head in frustration. "I'm stuck, but it seems like code for something," you admitted, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice. Ghost pondered for a moment before responding, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Could be intel leaks... or something more," he mused aloud. You nodded in agreement, a sense of unease settling over you. "Whatever it is, it's sketchy," you concluded, your voice heavy with concern.

"I could use a drink," Ghost remarked, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "Couldn't we all," you replied with a wry smile. With a faint grin, Ghost reached under his desk and retrieved a bottle of Kentucky bourbon. "It's for emergencies," he explained, a touch of seriousness underlying his words. You raised an eyebrow teasingly. "This is an emergency?" you quipped. "It is. Come," Ghost replied cryptically, leading the way out of the office. The base was quiet, everyone else asleep as you followed him outside.

"Where are we going?" you whispered, but Ghost didn't respond. Instead, he began climbing a ladder, and you followed suit. "Why are we up here?" you questioned as both of you reached the rooftop. Ghost settled on the edge, patting the spot next to him. "You're always looking at the sky," he said softly. You sat next to him, the serene view captivating both of you. The moon cast a gentle glow behind the hills, and the stars twinkled overhead. Ghost observed you as you gazed at the stars, their light reflecting in your eyes.

He popped open the bottle and took a swig before passing it to you. "So tell me," he began, "what's with the classified last name?" he inquired. You took a swig and shrugged. "The same reason your name is," you replied cryptically. Ghost chuckled softly. "I doubt we have the same reasons," he remarked as you passed him the bottle. "Keller," you stated simply. He looked at you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "What?" he asked. You turned to face him. "Y/N Keller," you clarified. A smile tugged at his lips. "Simon Riley," he said in return.

"So you are a person and not some killing machine," you joked. "Very funny," he responded, taking another drink. "So, you really grew up in Manchester?" he asked, his tone casual. "Lots of questions, you sure I'm not being interrogated again?" you teased, raising an eyebrow. He nodded. "I'm sure." "Okay, then," you began. "I'm from New York, but I got to Manchester when I was six. I actually lived on base most of my life." Ghost nodded, a hint of interest in his eyes. "I've heard stories," he commented. You chuckled. "Not the real ones," you added with a smirk.