Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

With only three rooms available, Soap and Rodolfo quickly claimed their own, leaving you and Ghost to share one. However, you didn't mind at all. The room was dimly lit, with a single window letting in a faint glow of moonlight. You could see the weariness in Ghost's eyes as he stepped inside, his movements slightly slowed by the weight of exhaustion. But there was also a sense of relief, knowing that you were both safe, at least for now. As you entered the room with your backpack, Ghost followed closely behind, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he closed the door behind him. 

You both entered the room, and you couldn't suppress a smile as Ghost made his playful remark. "You look too happy that we're together," he observed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Oh, would you rather sleep with Soap?" you teased, enjoying the banter. "Shut up," Ghost retorted, playfully ruffling your hair, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Take your pants off." You said turning to look at him. Ghost raised an eyebrow at your unexpected request, his expression shifting from confusion to amusement. "Already?" he quipped, earning a playful swat on the arm from you. "Your wound, you perv," you retorted, unable to suppress a grin. Ghost chuckled before reaching for his belt, understanding your intention.

As Ghost slid his pants off, you couldn't help but notice the bulge in his black boxers, prompting you to quickly avert your gaze. Focusing on the task at hand, you rummaged through your backpack for medical supplies. Kneeling beside him, you examined his wound on his thigh, noting that the bullet hadn't gone clean through. "You look good down there," he remarked in a low voice, eliciting a playful scoff from you. "Shut up," you replied, your attention fixed on cleaning the blood off and tending to his injury. 

You grabbed some medical tweezers and glanced up at Ghost. He was looking down at you with half-lidded eyes, his expression a mixture of anticipation and amusement. "This might hurt," you warned him before focusing on the task at hand. Gently, you inserted the tweezers into the wound, carefully probing for the bullet fragments. With each movement, Ghost winced, his thigh muscles tensing beneath your touch. "I'm sorry," you whispered sympathetically as you managed to extract one of the fragments, relief flooding his features momentarily. 

You focused intently, determined to remove every last fragment, despite the discomfort it caused Ghost. With each extraction, his groans and grunts echoed in the room, but you remained steadfast, careful not to cause him any unnecessary pain. Finally, when you were sure you had retrieved all the fragments, you took a moment to clean the wound once more, wiping away the fresh blood that had begun to trickle out.

Once the wound was clean again, you retrieved the needle and thread from the medkit, along with some medical tape. With practiced hands, you began the process of stitching Ghost's wound closed. Each careful movement of the needle was met with a deep breath from Ghost, his muscles tensing beneath your touch. Yet, despite the discomfort, he remained still, trusting you to complete the task.

As you worked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness with Ghost, the quiet intimacy of the moment strengthening the bond between you. With each stitch, you focused on the task at hand, determined to ensure Ghost's wound was properly cared for. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you secured the last stitch, the wound now neatly closed. With a final touch of medical tape, you stepped back, satisfied with your work, and looked up at Ghost, a small smile of relief crossing your lips. 

His gratitude filled the air as he thanked you, his gaze lingering on his bandaged leg. As you moved to tidy up the supplies, you felt his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you gently towards him. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in its wake. With a tender gesture, Ghost brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The warmth of his hand against your skin brought a sense of comfort, easing the tension that had built up throughout the day. In the quiet of the night, with only the sound of your breaths filling the space between you, you found yourself drawn closer to him.

With a gentle movement, you slipped your hand around his neck, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his mask. There was a brief moment of hesitation, but Ghost remained still, his eyes fixed on yours with unwavering intensity. With a silent understanding passing between you, you lifted his mask above his lips, granting him access to the kiss you both longed for. As your lips met, the world seemed to stand still, the warmth of his touch sending a rush of electricity through your veins. In that moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the connection between you and Ghost, a bond that transcended the chaos of the world around you.

With a tender yet fervent passion, the kiss deepened, igniting a fire within both of you. The softness of his lips against yours sent waves of warmth coursing through your body, melting away any remaining tension. His hand moved from your waist to cradle the back of your head, drawing you even closer to him. You felt the heat of his breath mingling with yours, creating an intoxicating symphony of desire. Every brush of his lips against yours was electric, sending sparks dancing along your skin. Time seemed to slow as you lost yourself in the sweetness of the moment, savoring each fleeting second.

The world around you faded into insignificance as you surrendered yourself to the intensity of the kiss. In that moment, there was only the two of you, bound together by an unspoken connection that transcended words. Ghost gently guided you to the bed, his touch tender yet firm, as if he were afraid you might vanish if he let go. As you lay down, he joined you, his strong arms enveloping you in a protective embrace. You nestled into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

With a soft sigh, Ghost pulled you closer, his warmth enveloping you like a comforting blanket. The weight of the day's events seemed to dissipate as you melted into his embrace, finding solace in his presence. His fingers traced soothing patterns along your back, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. In the dim light of the room, you gazed up at him, meeting his gaze with an unspoken understanding. There was a depth to his eyes, a silent reassurance that spoke of unwavering devotion and unspoken promises. It was a gaze that filled you with a sense of security, knowing that you were safe in his arms.

As you lay together in the quiet intimacy of the moment, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. Wrapped in Ghost's embrace, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by a love that transcended time and space. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that in his arms, you had found your sanctuary amidst the chaos of the world.

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