COD Oneshots

Beautiful (Ghost)

Once thing everyone knew about Ghost was that he never took his mask off. In the shadowy world of covert operations, his identity remained a mystery, hidden behind a sleek, intimidating visage. No one in the team had ever seen his face, nor did they dare ask. It added to his mystique, making him both feared and respected in equal measure.

But there was one person who Simon, known as Ghost to his comrades, desperately wanted to reveal everything about himself to—Y/N. Over the months they had spent together on missions, Simon had slowly realized his feelings for her were deeper than camaraderie. He found himself thinking of her outside of missions, cherishing every moment they shared. They had become inseparable, bonding over movie nights in her room, intense training sessions, and early morning runs that filled their lungs with crisp, awakening air.

Simon cherished these moments, absorbing each second spent with her as if it were precious. One particular night, as they sat close together on her bed, the soft glow of her laptop casting gentle shadows on her face, Simon couldn't help but watch her. She was immersed in the movie, her features relaxed yet captivated by the story unfolding on the screen. In that moment, Simon felt a surge of emotions overwhelm him.

Without warning, overcome by a rush of emotions, Simon blurted out, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Y/N turned to look at him, surprised yet somehow not entirely caught off guard. She reached out slowly, her hand lifting his mask just enough to reveal a glimpse of his face. Simon held his breath, his heart racing as their eyes met, unobstructed by his usual armor.

And then, in a moment that felt both surreal and inevitable, Y/N leaned in and kissed him gently. It was a promise of understanding, of acceptance, and of shared feelings that had quietly blossomed between them. Simon closed his eyes, savoring the touch of her lips against his own, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders.

Y/N reached out, her hand finding his beneath the blanket they shared. Her touch was warm and reassuring. "Simon," she began softly, her voice carrying a tenderness that made his heart ache in the most wonderful way, "I think you're pretty incredible too."

Relief flooded through Simon, and he couldn't suppress the smile that spread across his face beneath the mask. In that moment, the weight he had been carrying lifted off his shoulders, replaced by a newfound lightness and joy. They continued watching the movie, but now there was a subtle shift in the air—a deeper connection that transcended their roles as teammates.