MultiFandon Fluff Oneshots

Reunion ('09 Ghost x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Ghost x GN!Reader
Warning(s): 2009 Ghost, mentions of injuries/blood under the cut, little bit on angst

You don't know how long you'd been laying there, in that god forsaken room. Hours? Days? Everything hurt, you could hardly breathe, could barely think. You're sure if someone were to find you, they'd think you were dead.

There was a large gash in your stomach and you knew you'd been shot at least twice, if not more. The shots fired and you heard it tear through your gear before it connected with your abdomen. It caused you to stumble back, hit a wall behind you, and send you to the ground.

You were with a team, you were supposed to have backup. They left you for dead.

The man who had shot you came to finish you off. The knife he held glinted in the faint light of the room and already dripped with blood. He crouched in front of you, making sure you saw the blade before he trailed it down to where you'd been shot.

His hand fisted into your hair and he yanked you back, forcing eye contact with you as he dug the knife into your stomach. You hissed through gritted teeth, trying to limit the sound so as to not give the man the satisfaction. You watched his brows furrow and he twisted the weapon inside of you, forcing it deeper and and forcing a choked gasp of pain from you.

He pulled the blade out of you and slashed it to make the wound wider before pushing you to the ground. You heard rustling and the cock of a gun before a pain shot through your upper thigh and you finally cried out. It seemed to satisfy the man and he left you on the ground.

It seemed like it had happened just moments ago, but your blood had dried on the ground, had stopped seeping from your injuries. The pain lingered and every breath you took shook you to the core, rattled in your chest. After ages of silence, you heard something in the hallway outside of the room.

You could hear running outside and could only hope no one would come in and confirm the kill. Whoever was listening to your pleas seemed to find joy in ignoring them. The door creaked open behind you and someone walked into the room.

The faint sound of gear bumping together sounded over the throbbing in your head. They walked towards you, the floor shaking with each step. Your heart thrummed in your ears the closer they got and your breath caught in your throat.

They stopped right behind you and you felt the barrel of a gun bump your shoulder before it rolled you over onto your back. Your vision was blurry so you couldn't make out many details of the man standing above you. You could see the blurred outline of a black mask, maybe a balaclava, and a red or orange tinted blur across where you're assuming his eyes were.

It wasn't until the man had whispered your name in disbelief that it clicked with you.

"Ghost?"

Gloved hands caressed your face and a forehead pressed against yours. You felt something wet trail down your cheeks and you realized you had started crying. Whether it be from the pain of your injuries or tears of joy, you weren't sure. He was cradling your head in his lap while he spoke into his mic.

He was warm, so warm, and you fought the urge to close your eyes. Ghost was tapping your cheek, trying to keep you awake. You could only do so much though- your vision gave out and Ghost felt you go limp against him.

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You woke in a comfortable bed for the first time in ages. The pain had died down, leaving a dull, tingly ache throughout your body. When you woke, you seemed to have startled someone who also woke with a start.

A chair squeaked as someone abruptly stood from it before hands cupped your face once more and your attention was brought to Ghost. "You're alright, love," Ghost whispers, almost like he was reassuring himself you were still alive. "You're not dead."

"I'm not dead," you whisper back, nuzzling into his hands with a small smile. "God Ghost, you're alive." You started tearing up again and Ghost pressed his forehead against yours. "I thought I wouldn't get to see you again."

It had been years since you'd last seen Ghost. A mission gone wrong. You fell down a snowy embankment into an icy river. You should have died, you knew that, but something wanted you alive and you survived. You were on your own for the years after that, thought you'd lost Ghost.

But here he was. Holding your face and wiping away your tears as you sobbed against him. Your hands trembled as you grabbed his arms to steady yourself. He was real, he was there. You pulled him down by his arms to press a shaky kiss over his mask and the breath Ghost let out was equally as shaky.

"Missed you so much," you whimper, running your hand along Ghost's jaw. He leaned into the touch, resting his forehead against yours. You heard him whisper it back to you and felt him press a kiss to your palm through his mask.

He stayed with you for the next few days, helping you walk about the small med room you'd been put in. It was nice being with him again. You never realized how much you'd missed him, missed his touch, his voice, god, everything about him.

It seemed he felt the same way. Touches lingered longer than they normally did and he was with you almost all the time, like he was scared he was going to lose you again. He helped change the bandages wrapped around your stomach and thigh, brought you food and drinks until you were able to walk on your own.

The nights following after you were released were spent in Ghost's room. His hands ran over your back while you laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and letting the rise and fall of his chest lull you half asleep. You'd missed these nights, laying in his arms and letting his warmth comfort you.

You felt lips press against the top of your head and you smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. Ghost whispered a quiet I love you and you felt your face flush. You lifted your head from his chest so you could look him in the eyes. "Say it again?" You whisper back, running your fingers through the stubble on his chin.

Ghost's quiet laugh rumbled in his chest and he pulled you down closer to him. "I love you," he whispers against your lips. You smiled against him, kissing him softly.

"I love you too, Simon."