COD Oneshots

Enemie (Ghost)

Ghost had always prided himself on his unwavering dedication to his team and his mission. As a soldier, emotions were a luxury he couldn't afford. Yet, despite his best efforts, there was one person who seemed to constantly challenge his resolve—Y/N.

They had clashed countless times on the battlefield, each encounter fueled by animosity and the determination to outwit the other. Ghost was skilled, calculated, and ruthless when it came to his enemies, but Y/N was a formidable adversary. Her intelligence and resourcefulness often put his plans to the test, making their confrontations both intense and grudgingly respectful.

One mission, however, left an unexpected mark on Ghost. He had watched from a distance as a bomb nearly obliterated Y/N. The split-second relief he felt when she emerged unscathed startled him. He quickly suppressed the unsettling emotion, burying it beneath layers of discipline and duty.

But thoughts of her invaded his mind at the most inconvenient times—late at night when he lay alone in his bunk, or during training sessions when his mind should have been solely focused on combat techniques. Frustration became his constant companion as he fought against the unwanted attraction that seemed to defy logic and reason.

There was a moment, too, that he almost cursed himself for. Y/N had managed to slip away with crucial intel, and despite his anger, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of admiration. He caught himself smiling beneath his mask, thankful that it concealed his momentary lapse in composure. That night, he pummeled punching bags until his knuckles bled, trying to beat out the emotions that threatened to weaken his resolve.

Their last encounter was perhaps the most devastating of all. Amidst the chaos of battle, Ghost saw Y/N fall from a stray bullet. His heart clenched in a way he couldn't explain, the ache of it almost paralyzing. He wanted to rush to her side, to hold her and ensure she was alright, but to do so would betray everything he stood for.

As Ghost navigated through the dense forest towards their designated meeting point, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—anger, sorrow, and an inexplicable fear that he couldn't name. Then, he saw movement in the shadows—a figure on the ground, struggling to rise.

Instinctively, he raised his weapon, ready to eliminate the threat. But as he approached cautiously, he recognized the figure. It was Y/N, wounded and vulnerable. She had seen him too, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and desperation.

Ghost hesitated for a brief moment, his training conflicting with his instincts. But when Y/N stumbled into his arms, weakly pleading for help, he couldn't deny the surge of protectiveness that washed over him. He held her gently, supporting her weight as she leaned against him.

She explained haltingly that her own team had discovered her role as a mole, turning against her in a deadly betrayal. Ghost listened in stunned silence, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. The battles, the near misses—they all made sense now in a way that tore at his heart.

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As the chopper blades thrummed against the backdrop of distant gunfire, Ghost sat rigidly beside Y/N, her fragile form laid out on the medevac table. The air inside the cabin was thick with tension and disbelief. His team exchanged wary glances, their confusion palpable. She was their enemy, yet here they were, racing against time to save her life.

Captain Price's commanding voice cut through the silence, explaining the situation with stark clarity. Y/N had been betrayed by her own, caught in the crossfire of a betrayal that threatened to tear apart the fragile fabric of trust in their war-torn world. The truth hung heavy in the air, weighing on Ghost's conscience like a leaden burden.