Mended Heartbeats (Ghost X fem!Reader)

Chapter 7

(Dunno what I was trying to do in the last chapter so I creeped myself out with that dam plot. I think imma be writting detailed missions since my brain nearly died writting the last one) 

ALSO I SEE WE ARE GETTING A COUPLE OF READERS, LOVE YALLLLL <3

(is the story flowing yet or we still at the akward starting point?)

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Our pilot was contacting us every 5 minutes since our dissapearing. I feel gratitude towards our pilot for never giving up on us, for tirelessly searching until he found us. Salute you Soldier.

The steady thump of the helicopter blades had long faded into the distance as we landed on the helipad near our base. Exhaustion weighed heavy on our shoulders as I followed the team back into the building, the events of the mission replaying in my mind like a broken record. Price's voice broke through my thoughts, his words a distant echo as he instructed us to head to our rooms and get some rest. I nodded wearily, too tired to argue, and trudged down the hallway to my own quarters.

Stripping off my gear full of dirt I went to seek closness in a warm shower. Hot water easing my pain from laying in the same position for an eternity. God I feel like a granny.

With a resigned sigh, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel as I made my way back to my room. But as I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, I knew that sleep would not come easily tonight. (real) Unable to quiet the restless thoughts swirling in my mind I didin't know what to do. But as my body worked faster than my brain, I slipped on a pair of sweats and a sweater and made my way to Price's office. The soft glow of lamplight spilled out into the hallway as I approached.

I knocked softly on the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for a response. When none came, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Price looked up from his desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand, surprise flickering in his eyes as he registered my presence. "Hey there, y/n. What brings you here at this hour?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I took a seat opposite him, leaning my head on the table, the words tumbling from my lips before I could stop them. "I couldn't sleep" I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

(might aswell make this price x reader... jokes)

He pushed his chair back slightly, prompting me to stand up and move around the table. I settled sideways on his lap, resting my head against his shoulder. John seamlessly returned to sorting through the files as if nothing had changed, while I gradually drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning greeted me with the faint sound of Johns alarm, a gentle reminder that reality was slowly encroaching upon the tranquility of sleep. As I stirred from my slumber, the events of the previous night flooded back into my consciousness, reminding me of the peculiar circumstances in which I had found myself. Nestled in John's lap, his arms wrapped securely around me, holding me close as if protecting me from the world. His steady breathing and the warmth of his embrace provided a sense of comfort that I hadn't realized I had been craving. With a soft pat on his shoulder, I gently tried to rouse him from his own sleep, his body reclined in the chair. His eyes fluttered open, confusion momentarily clouding his expression before recognition dawned.

"Morning" I murmured, a hint of amusement coloring my voice. John blinked, his grip on me loosening as he slowly sat up, his hands still lingering around my waist. 

"Morning" he replied, his voice rough with sleep. With a small smile and no words exchanged, we both rose to our feet, his touch leaving a lingering warmth that I couldn't shake. The moment of closeness between us faded into the background, replaced by the demands of the day ahead.

But the memory of that moment, of finding solace in John's embrace, would stay with me long after the morning light had faded.

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I slipped into my uniform, the familiar fabric settling around me like a second skin. The dim light of dawn filtering through the windows, sky painted a pretty pink color. The soft murmur of voices drifted from the common area, the sound of my teammates already up and making breakfast.

I slipped out the door and into the cool morning air. The keys jingled in my hand as I approached the car, the engine roaring to life with a familiar rumble. As I pulled onto the open road, the rhythmic hum of the engine mingled with the soft click of my lighter. A cigarette loosely between my lips.

As I drove, the miles passing in a blur of asphalt and open sky, the convenience store appeared in the horizon. The same neon sign flickering in the early morning light. God forbid I see that same scruffy white cashier boy again.

Inside, I grabbed a few snacks and a couple packs of cigarettes, thankfully the cashier was different this time. 

Back in the car, I tore into the snacks with a hunger that belied the emptiness in my stomach.

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With the car parked outside the base, I sat on the curb and lit another cigarette, the smoke curling into the air like a silent prayer. The world around me was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

As I exhaled, the footsteps behind me appeared. This time I didin't even look around. Alhough the shivers went down my spine, reminding me of the creepy incident on my first day here.

It was Ghost, his footsteps quiet. Without a word, he leaned against the wall behind me. Shuffled trough his pocket, then I heard him flicking his lighter on, lighting a cigarette. I turned slightly to acknowledge Ghosts presence, though I kept my gaze fixed on the horizon. The silence between us stretched on, heavy with unspoken words.

After a moment, Ghost spoke, his voice low and gravelly. "Last night was a mess".

I shrugged, taking another drag from my cigarette. "As good as can be expected".

"We'll figure it out" he replied. 

I couldn't help but smirk at his words, a bitter edge to my smile. "No," I replied, my voice laced with sarcasm "You'll be too busy shooting flies from a mile away."

Ghost let out a low chuckle, the sound echoing in the quiet morning air. "Bloody hell," he muttered. He finished his cigarette in silence before speaking again. "Conference room in 15. Price wants everyone there."

"Copy" I muttered, as he turned to leave but I continued to speak, stopping him in his tracks momenterilly. Unable to resist the opportunity for a witty comeback. "Better bring your fly-swatter, it's better be ready for every scenario".

He gave me a murderous glance and left.