After a successful mission, you and Ghost both head back to the base. You, of course, being the idiot you are, got hurt. Your arms are bleeding, and a few cuts are on your face. After the successful mission, you're hyped. You walk off with adrenaline still pumping.
Currently, you may not feel the pain, but when your sleeves are drenched in blood, Ghost has a hard time not worrying. Of course, he wouldn't admit it though.
"He grumbles, 'Y/N, get over here,' his voice husky and low as he sits on a nearby table. You straighten up at the sound of your name, beaming as you approach him.
"Yes LT?" you ask giving him a stupid smile.
"Sit" He orders, his firm voice tempered by a gentle undertone. You sit next to him, noticing the medkit as you smile, embarrassed. You protest a little before he can get started.
"Sir, I swear I'm okay, just a few scratches and cuts, no worries," you say, waving your hands in the air. He ignores you, not caring what you have to say as he starts to clean up your wounds. He cleans the blood off your arms as he wraps gauze around them. He picks up a cotton ball, cleaning the blood off your face. His dark brown eyes stare at you as he cleans you up. No words are being said, but the silence speaks volumes. It's calm, quiet, and peaceful.
"You're an idiot, ya know that right?" he says finally finishing up. You can't help but chuckle at his words before getting up.
"Thank you, sir," you say, giving him a warm smile. He nods in response. You can't see much on his face, but you know he cares, even if it doesn't show.
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FanfictionThese are just cod x y/n short stories and headcanons! (MOSTLY MAKAROV!!) I'll try to update as much as I can!! all requests are open!! I try to keep my stories in character I don't really like OOC things! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) (keep in mind English isn't...
