Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞

As Ghost sat in his office, his mind was consumed by a tumultuous blend of thoughts, each vying for his attention with equal urgency. The mission, with its complexities and dangers, loomed large in his mind, demanding meticulous planning and strategic foresight. Yet amidst the whirlwind of tactical considerations, another thought persisted—a gentle whisper that tugged at his consciousness with unwavering persistence. It was you, your safety and well-being weighing heavily on his heart as he grappled with the uncertainty of the coming days. The mission was paramount, but so too was the knowledge that you were here, on the base, navigating different treacherous waters. He couldn't shake the worry that gnawed at him, a relentless companion in his solitary vigil.

Ghost slammed his pen down on the desk, the sharp sound reverberating in the stillness of his office. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the door with a silent plea. He longed for the sound of your footsteps, the gentle tap of your knuckles against the door—a sign that you were near, a reassuring presence in the midst of his turmoil. Yet, he hesitated to seek you out, unwilling to appear desperate or needy in his longing for your company. Instead, he waited, his heart echoing the silent hope that you would soon grace his doorway with your presence, dispelling the shadows of uncertainty that lingered in his mind.

As if the heavens above had answered his silent prayers, a soft knock echoed through the room, pulling Ghost from the depths of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through his veins as he straightened his posture and composed himself. "Come in," he called out, his voice steady yet tinged with a hint of eagerness, awaiting the sight of you that would bring solace to his troubled mind. However, instead of the sight he yearned for, Ghost's gaze met Soap's, a momentary flicker of disappointment crossing his features. "Not happy to see me L.T.?" Soap asked playfully. "Not at all, Soap," he replied, his voice a touch strained but maintaining a calm demeanor. "What brings you here?" Ghost motioned for Soap to take a seat.

"Just seeing how you're holding up, things have been tense lately," Soap said, his tone filled with genuine concern. Ghost let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as he leaned back in his chair. "This is the calm before the storm," he admitted, the weight of impending missions and uncertainties pressing down on him. Soap nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of Ghost's words. "You got that right," he agreed, the seriousness of the situation reflected in his expression.  "Well, at least you have someone to come back to," Soap remarked, trying to offer some comfort. Ghost paused, considering Soap's words carefully before voicing his inner turmoil. "What if this isn't right?" he questioned, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Soap furrowed his brow, intrigued by Ghost's sudden vulnerability. "What do you mean?" he inquired, sensing there was more to Ghost's concerns.

Ghost shook his head, a deep-seated fear surfacing in his words. "What if I can't protect her? If I lose her, it'll break me. What if I'm just not meant for love?" he confessed, his voice strained with emotion. Soap's expression softened, recognizing the weight of Ghost's past experiences with loss and heartache. "You've got a good thing going, L.T.," Soap reassured him, his tone firm yet gentle. "You're damn lucky to have her, and I won't let you mess that up. You should see the way she looks at you." Ghost couldn't help but smirk at the memory of your adoring gaze, a flicker of warmth in his eyes. "I know how she looks at me," he responded, a mixture of determination and affection in his tone.

"Shes a good girl, Simon," Soap reiterated, his tone earnest and sincere. Ghost perked up at the use of his real name, acknowledging the gravity of Soap's words. "I haven't seen you this active and happy... ever, honestly. She's good for you," Soap continued, his observation reflecting Ghost's recent transformation. Ghost took a moment to absorb Soap's words, reflecting on the changes he'd experienced since you came into his life. He remembered how much colder and distant he used to be, how he'd shut himself off from forming meaningful connections. But now, with you by his side, everything felt different. He felt lighter, more alive, and he knew deep down that you were the reason for that change. With a nod of agreement, Ghost acknowledged Soap's insight, silently grateful for his friend's unwavering support and understanding.