COD Oneshots

Under the Mask (Ghost)

In the dim glow of the television, Ghost and Y/N lay side by side on her bed, engrossed in a movie that flickered with scenes of love and bravery. They had spent countless evenings like this, sharing space, if not always words. Ghost, known for his ever-present mask that concealed his identity, had never shown his face to anyone, not even in the most intimate of moments. It was a barrier he had kept up for years, a shield against a past that haunted him as persistently as his name.

Y/N had grown accustomed to Ghost's silence about his mask, respecting his boundaries while cherishing the moments they spent together. She knew there was a depth to him beyond the tough exterior he projected. There were nights when they talked for hours about everything and nothing, finding solace in each other's company without ever breaching the subject of what lay behind Ghost's mask.

As the movie played on, Y/N found herself stealing glances at Ghost, wondering what he was thinking beneath that unmoving facade. She knew there was more to him than what he showed the world. Sometimes, when he thought she was asleep, she would catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes, a fleeting emotion that spoke volumes about the person he hid behind the mask.

Tonight, however, something felt different. Perhaps it was the way Ghost's hand grazed hers as they reached for the popcorn, or the quiet sigh he let out during a particularly poignant scene in the movie. Y/N decided to take a chance.

"Ghost," she said softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper, "can I ask you something?"

Ghost turned his head towards her, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Will you ever show me your face?" Y/N asked gently, her heart beating faster with the weight of her request.

Ghost hesitated, the mask of indecision momentarily mirrored in his eyes. Then, with a quiet resolve, he nodded again.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Ghost reached up to the edges of his mask. Y/N held her breath, watching as he carefully peeled it away, revealing the face beneath. It was a face marked by battles fought and hardships endured, yet softened by a vulnerability that only Y/N seemed to see.

Y/N's fingers trembled slightly as she reached out, gently tracing the lines of his face, as if memorizing every detail. Ghost's eyes closed briefly at her touch, a rare display of trust and vulnerability. Without words, they communicated a thousand unspoken truths — of acceptance, of understanding, of love that transcended barriers.

And then, as if drawn together by an unseen force, their lips met in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken longing, of fears conquered, and of a future yet to be written. In that moment, Ghost realized that he didn't need words to show Y/N who he truly was. She already knew, because she had seen beyond the mask — straight into his heart.

From that night on, Ghost and Y/N continued to share their lives, their bond strengthened by the simple act of vulnerability and trust. And though Ghost still wore his mask during the day, it was Y/N who had seen beyond it, who had seen the person he was underneath—the person who didn't need a mask to be loved.