COD Oneshots

Contact (Ghost)

In the heart of the elite special forces unit, Ghost was known for his enigmatic persona. His codename wasn't just for show; it reflected his preference for keeping everyone at a distance, both physically and emotionally. No one knew much about his past, and he liked it that way.

Then there was Y/N, a new recruit who seemed impervious to Ghost's aloof demeanor. From the moment she joined the team, she made it clear that she wasn't going to respect his personal space boundaries. She would always find reasons to be close to him, whether it was casually touching his arm during briefings or sitting next to him whenever possible. At first, Ghost was irritated by her persistent closeness, but over time, her genuine warmth and openness began to wear down his defenses.

One day, during a break between missions, another recruit made a passing comment about how clingy Y/N was with Ghost and how annoyed he must be with her. Y/N overheard this and, perhaps feeling self-conscious, decided to keep her distance for a while.

Ghost found himself surprisingly unsettled by her sudden absence. He realized that he had grown accustomed to her presence, to the point where her closeness had become a comfort rather than an annoyance. Unable to shake the feeling, he sought her out in the barracks that evening.

Finding her sitting alone, Ghost hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "Y/N," he began, his voice unusually uncertain. "I... I usually don't let people get close to me. But with you, it's different. I've... grown used to having you around."

Y/N looked up, surprised and touched by his confession. A smile spread across her face as she moved closer to him. "I'm glad to hear that, Ghost," she replied softly.

Before Ghost could say another word, overcome by a rush of emotions he rarely allowed himself to feel, Y/N reached up and gently lifted his mask, revealing his face for the first time to her. Leaning in, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, a silent affirmation of her feelings.

Ghost was taken aback by her boldness, yet he didn't pull away. Instead, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to savor the warmth of her touch, realizing that sometimes, letting someone in was the bravest mission of all.

As their relationship deepened, Simon found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N's presence. What started as occasional moments of closeness soon evolved into a constant need to be near her. He sought her out not just during missions or in the barracks, but also in quieter moments, often lingering in her room after hours.

Y/N welcomed Simon's presence wholeheartedly. She cherished the intimacy they shared, whether it was quiet evenings spent talking about their pasts and dreams, or simply sitting in comfortable silence. Simon, who had once kept everyone at arm's length, found solace in Y/N's arms. He began to enjoy physical contact in ways he never thought possible, but only when it was with her.

Nights became a sanctuary for them both. Simon would hold Y/N close, finding solace in the warmth of her embrace. His reservations about physical intimacy melted away as he realized how safe and understood he felt with her. Y/N, in turn, reveled in the tenderness and vulnerability Simon showed her—a stark contrast to his stoic demeanor in the field.

Their teammates noticed the change in Ghost, now more openly known as Simon when he was with Y/N. They saw a softer, more human side of him that few had glimpsed before. Some were surprised, others supportive, but none could deny the genuine connection between the two.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, Simon returned to the barracks drained and weary. Y/N was waiting for him, sensing his need for comfort. Without a word, she took his hand and led him to her room. They sat on the edge of her bed, their shoulders brushing against each other, a silent understanding passing between them.

Simon looked at Y/N, his eyes conveying a gratitude he struggled to put into words. "Thank you," he finally murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "For being here. For understanding."

Y/N smiled softly, reaching out to gently stroke his cheek. "I'm always here for you, Simon," she replied, her voice filled with unwavering support.

In that moment, Simon realized that Y/N had not only broken through his defenses but had also given him something he never thought he would find—a profound sense of belonging and love. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, silently vowing to cherish every moment they shared together.

Their journey was just beginning, but for Simon, every step forward with Y/N felt like a victory—a testament to the healing power of love and the strength found in allowing oneself to be truly close to another.