COD Oneshots

Hope (Ghost)

Ghost sat alone in the dimly lit armory, the soft sound of a cloth sliding over the barrel of his gun echoing in the silence. The rhythmic motion was soothing, a rare moment of calm in his otherwise tumultuous world. He had lost everything he ever cared about, and the pain of that loss had hardened him. Now, he was a silent specter, known for barking orders and little else. His eyes, hidden behind his mask, held a perpetual storm.

He was lost in his thoughts when the door creaked open. A small figure stood there, framed by the light from the hallway. It was Y/N, the squad's secretary. She wasn't a soldier like the rest of them; her role was different, administrative. He barely noticed her most days, except when she delivered messages from the captain.

She approached him timidly, her hands trembling as she held out a note. Her eyes were wide, filled with fear and something else he couldn't quite place. Ghost took the note from her without a word, his gaze never leaving her face. She stood there for a moment longer, clearly nervous, before quickly retreating.

Days turned into weeks, and Ghost began to notice a pattern. Y/N would avoid his eyes whenever he was around, her hands always shaking when she handed him anything. It amused him in a dark way, and he found himself smirking under his mask. It became a game to him, a small distraction from the harsh reality of his life.

He started to tease her, enjoying the way she would squeak and stammer. A comment here, a flirtatious remark there. He lived for those moments, the brief flicker of something lighthearted in his otherwise dark world. But Y/N's reactions were becoming more intense, more pained, and he knew he was pushing her.

One day, she had enough.

She came to the gym to drop off some paperwork, her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Ghost saw an opportunity to tease her once more, stepping a little too close, his voice a low rumble as he made a playful comment.

But this time, Y/N didn't squeak or stammer. She snapped.

"Why do you play with me like this if you know I like you?" Her voice was sharp, her eyes blazing with a fire he had never seen before.

Ghost was taken aback. He hadn't expected this, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words. Then, something shifted inside him. He realized he liked this fiery side of her even more. Without thinking, he reached up and slightly lifted his mask, revealing his lips. Before she could react, he leaned in and kissed her.

It was a brief, tender kiss, but it conveyed everything he couldn't say. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes, his own softened. "I like you too," he said simply.

Y/N stared at him, her anger fading into something softer, more vulnerable. She reached up, touching the edge of his mask before letting her hand fall. "Then stop hiding," she whispered.Ghost nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. 

For the first time in a long time, he felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could find something to care about again.