Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚

"As we transition to the next phase of the tournament," Alejandro's voice boomed across the field, "we're shifting the focus to close-quarters combat and strategic prowess." A ripple of excitement swept through the crowd as Alejandro unveiled the details of the upcoming challenge. "For this leg of the competition," he announced, "teams will engage in hand-to-hand combat matches against their teammates." 

Gasps of surprise and anticipation filled the air as competitors processed the unique twist to the challenge. The prospect of facing off against their allies in a test of skill and strength added an unexpected layer of intensity to the tournament. "The objective," Alejandro continued, "is simple: defeat your teammates in one-on-one combat matches to advance to the next round. The winners of each match will move up until only two competitors remain." With the rules explained Alejandro emphasized the importance of strategy and adaptability. "This challenge will test your ability to read your opponent, anticipate their moves, and react quickly," he declared, "so stay focused and use every advantage at your disposal."

You shoot a playful smirk at Ghost, a glint of mischief dancing in your eyes. He meets your gaze, a hint of amusement playing in his eyes. "Don't look at me like that," Ghost says, his tone teasing. "Like what?" you ask innocently, your smirk widening into a mischievous grin. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Ghost chuckles, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "You know exactly what I mean," he replies, unable to suppress a smile. With a playful glint in your eyes, you lean closer to Ghost, the smirk still playing on your lips. "Oh, come on," you tease, nudging him lightly with your elbow. "You love it when I give you that look." Ghost rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression. "I plead the fifth," he replies with a grin, unable to resist the banter.

You laugh, enjoying the easy camaraderie between you. "Alright, alright," you concede, raising your hands in mock surrender. "I'll spare you for now. But only because we've got a challenge to win." As the first pair of competitors steps into the ring, anticipation crackles in the air. Two Shadows, evenly matched in skill and determination, square off against each other in a display of raw talent and martial prowess. You watch intently as the two fighters engage, their movements fluid and precise. Each strike is met with a counter, each dodge met with a feint. It's a dance of combat, a testament to the years of training and discipline that each Shadow has undergone.

Despite the intensity of the fight unfolding before you, you feel Ghost's gaze lingering on you. You steal a glance in his direction, catching his eye for a brief moment before he turns his attention back to the match. But before long, Ghost taps Soap on the shoulder, drawing his attention away from the fight. "When is our team up?" Ghost asks, his voice low but eager. Soap glances at the ongoing match before turning back to Ghost. "After those two teams," he replies, pointing towards the fighters in the ring. "Just a couple more matches to go." With a nod of understanding, Ghost settles back into his stance, his focus shifting back to the fight at hand.

Feeling Ghost's gentle touch, you glance down at your intertwined hands, a soft smile gracing your lips. There's a silent understanding between you as he leads you away from the crowd, his touch warm and reassuring. With the attention of the others focused on the intense match unfolding before them, Ghost guides you discreetly towards a nearby building, his movements deliberate and purposeful. You follow him, curious about his intentions but trusting him implicitly. As you step into the relative privacy of the building, the sounds of the bustling tournament fade into the background, replaced by a sense of tranquility and intimacy. You look up at Ghost, your eyes meeting his with curiosity and affection.