Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠

Gulf of Mexico

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The Gulf of Mexico stretched out before Ghost, its vast expanse of shimmering blue captivating his attention. As he sat on the shore, the soft sound of waves lapping against the sand provided a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. With a weary sigh, Ghost let his gaze wander across the horizon, his mind filled with a mixture of emotions. Despite the tranquility of the scene before him, the weight of their mission hung heavily on his shoulders. As he continued to gaze out at the endless expanse of water, Ghost couldn't shake the feeling that they were on the brink of something significant. With the weight of their mission pressing down on him, he knew that every decision they made could mean the difference between success and failure.

But for now, as he sat in quiet contemplation on the shore of the Gulf of Mexico, Ghost allowed himself a moment of respite, a brief reprieve from the chaos and uncertainty that awaited them. Ghost's thoughts drifted back to you, his mind filled with memories of your presence. He longed for the comfort of your companionship, the ease of conversation as you shared the details of your day or vented about the frustrations of the world. The thought of your laughter and the sparkle in your eyes brought a bittersweet ache to his heart, reminding him of the warmth and affection you brought into his life.

He missed the simple moments of intimacy, the soft touch of your hand in his, the scent of your perfume lingering in the air. In the solitude of the shore, surrounded by the vastness of the ocean, Ghost found himself yearning for the familiarity of your presence, the sense of home that you brought with you wherever you went. As he watched the gentle rhythm of the waves, Ghost couldn't help but wish that you were sitting beside him, sharing in the quiet beauty of the moment. He knew that no matter where their missions took them, you would always hold a special place in his heart, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded them.

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the glistening waves as Ghost sat on the shore, lost in thought. The rhythmic sound of the surf provided a soothing backdrop to his contemplations. "How's it goin', L.T.?" Soap's voice broke through the peaceful ambiance, and Ghost straightened up, acknowledging his fellow soldier with a nod. Soap settled beside him on the soft sand, a contented smile gracing his features. "I'm alright, Johnny. And you?" Ghost replied, his voice calm and measured, belying the turmoil beneath the surface.

"It's nice out here, like a small vacation," Soap remarked, his eyes scanning the tranquil seascape with appreciation. Ghost chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of wistfulness as he reached down to scoop up a handful of shells scattered along the shoreline. With a flick of his wrist, he sent them skipping across the water's surface, each bounce accompanied by a soft splash. Soap observed Ghost's actions for a moment before posing a question that hung heavy in the air. "You miss her?" he asked, his tone gentle yet probing, betraying his understanding of the unspoken longing that lingered in Ghost's heart.

Ghost's breath caught in his throat, his gaze drifting out to the vast expanse of the ocean before him. Memories of shared moments and whispered promises flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but feel the ache of your absence deep within his chest. "More than you know," Ghost finally admitted his voice barely above a whisper, laden with the weight of longing and regret. Soap's gentle nudge broke through the haze of Ghost's thoughts, drawing his attention back to the present moment. "She's more than capable of taking care of herself y'know. She'll be alright, she's a tough girl." He turned to face Soap, meeting his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and resignation.