COD Oneshots

Be my Husband (Ghost)

Ghost, renowned for his stealth and precision on the battlefield, stepped into his dimly lit apartment, an instinctual prickling at the back of his neck alerted him that something was amiss. The air was thick with the aroma of food, a stark contrast to the usual sterile atmosphere he returned to after missions. His heightened senses picked up on faint noises emanating from the living room, setting his nerves on edge.

With silent footsteps, he moved through the shadows, his trained muscles tensed for any potential threat. As he reached the entrance to the living room, he paused, taking in the scene before him with a mix of caution and intrigue. There, perched casually on his couch, was a figure he didn't recognize, engrossed in the glow of the television screen.

Ghost's heart rate quickened, his mind racing through possible scenarios. Was this an ambush? A trap laid out by his enemies? Or perhaps a simple case of mistaken identity?

Gathering his composure, Ghost slipped into the room, moving with the fluid grace of a specter. His eyes narrowed as he took in the intruder—a young woman, seemingly unfazed by his presence as she munched on takeout, her attention fixed on the flickering images dancing across the screen.

Approaching her cautiously, Ghost made his presence known with a soft clearing of his throat. The woman turned, her eyes meeting his with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Despite the tension that still lingered in the air, Ghost couldn't help but notice the absence of malice in her gaze.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice low and measured, betraying none of the uncertainty swirling within him.

The woman shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Just a weary traveler seeking refuge from the chaos of the world," she replied cryptically.

Ghost arched an eyebrow, his suspicions only growing at her enigmatic response. "And how did you find your way into my apartment?" he pressed, his senses on high alert.

She waved a hand dismissively, as if the question were of little consequence. "The door was unlocked. You really should be more careful, Ghost," she chided, her tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of admonition.

Despite himself, Ghost felt a flicker of amusement at her audacity. Here he was, a highly trained operative renowned for his vigilance, and yet he had allowed an unknown intruder to waltz into his domain undetected.

"And what is it that you want?" he inquired, his voice betraying none of his growing intrigue.

The woman grinned, setting aside her half-eaten meal as she regarded him with a newfound intensity. "I'm here to offer you a proposition, Ghost. One that could change the course of your destiny," she declared, her words hanging in the air like a tantalizing promise.

Ghost's curiosity piqued, his instincts warring with his desire for answers. He knew better than to trust a stranger, especially one who had infiltrated his sanctuary with such ease. And yet, there was something about her presence that intrigued him, a sense of familiarity that he couldn't quite place.

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Ghost listened in silence as the woman, whom he now knew as Y/N, revealed her cryptic request. The air seemed to crackle with tension as her words hung between them, her gaze unwavering as she awaited his response.

Marry her? The proposition caught Ghost off guard, his mind struggling to process the implications of such a request. He had faced countless dangers in his line of work, but this was unlike anything he had ever encountered—a mission veiled in the guise of matrimony, with the fate of a kingdom hanging in the balance.

As Y/N spoke of needing protection and a husband who could move unnoticed among the shadows, a flicker of recognition sparked within Ghost's memory. It was then that the pieces began to fall into place, like shards of a shattered puzzle coming together to reveal the bigger picture.