Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

"I have to get ready for the tournament," you say, gently pulling away from Ghost's touch. His brows furrow in surprise. "You're participating?" he asks, genuine curiosity coloring his tone. You shoot him a playful look. "Are you not?" you counter, raising an eyebrow in amusement. Ghost pauses for a moment, considering your words carefully. "I will if you do," he finally replies, his voice tinged with a hint of determination. You can't help but let out a small giggle at his sincerity, finding his response endearing. "Deal," you agree, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. As you make your way out of Ghost's office, you're surprised to find him following you up the stairs. His presence beside you fills you with a sense of comfort and reassurance, and you can't help but feel grateful for the bond you share.

You felt a twinge of surprise as Ghost waited patiently for you to unlock the door to your room. "I didn't know you were coming in," you remarked, turning to look at him with a small smile as you opened the door. "Am I not allowed to?" he asked playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course you are," you replied, returning his playful tone. "I just would have cleaned up a bit," you added, gesturing to the clothes strewn across the floor. Before you could start picking up the mess, Ghost stepped forward and stopped you. "I'll do it," he offered, his eyes determined.

You hesitated for a moment, surprised by his willingness to help. "Are you sure?" you asked, a note of uncertainty creeping into your voice. Ghost nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I've got it," he assured you, already bending down to gather up the clothes. As you watched him move around your room, tidying up with practiced efficiency, a warmth spread through your chest. At that moment, you felt grateful for his presence. 

As you rummaged through your wardrobe, searching for something comfortable and suitable for the hot weather, you settled on a pair of camo shorts and a black cropped tank top. Paired with your trusty black combat boots, it was the perfect combination of practicality and style for the day ahead. Turning to Ghost, you couldn't help but smile as you watched him diligently cleaning up your room. You admired the way he moved, his focus unwavering as he worked to tidy up the space around you. 

His toned arms rippled with strength as he picked up items from the floor, the definition in his biceps and triceps evident even through the fabric of his shirt. With every bend and stretch, his muscles seemed to come alive, a testament to his physical prowess and disciplined training regimen. The way his shirt clung to his frame highlighted his sculpted physique, accentuating the contours of his chest and abdomen. There was a confident grace in his movements, a quiet assurance that spoke volumes about his self-assurance and inner strength. 

With each passing moment, you found yourself captivated by his presence, drawn to the undeniable magnetism that seemed to radiate from him. There was an aura of quiet confidence that surrounded him, a sense of assurance that filled the room and left you unable to look away. "Stop staring and hurry up," Ghost's voice broke through your reverie, jolting you into action. With a sheepish grin, you quickly made your way into the bathroom to change into your chosen outfit. 

When you emerged from the bathroom, you found Ghost reclining on your bed, his gaze fixed on your old photographs that were scattered across your desk. His expression was thoughtful, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes as he studied the images before him. As Ghost sifted through the different photographs, lost in his thoughts, you settled beside him on the bed. With a sense of calm, you began to braid your hair, the familiar ritual soothing your nerves and grounding you in the present moment. Dividing your hair into two sections, you deftly wove each strand into intricate braids, your fingers moving with practiced ease.