Ghost x Yn

1

Out on the warzone, you felt the oppressive weight of violence and chaos all around. The constant sounds of gunfire and shouting were a jarring backdrop to your inner turmoil. Seeking a brief reprieve from the relentless hostility, you spotted a vehicle nearby. The dark-tinted windows offered a sense of isolation, a sanctuary from the turmoil outside.

Without hesitation, you made your way to the vehicle, slipping inside and closing the door with a soft click. The sudden quiet was a stark contrast to the noise outside. Letting out a sigh of relief, you began to unfasten your bulletproof vest, eager to shed it's heavy weight and find some comfort. Stretching your arms, trying to relax, your hand accidentally hit something-or rather, someone-beside you.

Started, you recoiled quickly, your face flushing with embarrassment. In the dim light of the vehicle's interior, you saw him sitting there, his skull mask still on, eyes glinting beneath it. The surprise left you momentarily speechless.

"I'm so sorry", you blurted out, your voice tinged with mortification. You instinctively reached for the door handle, ready to flee from the awkward situation. But before you could open it, his hand moved with surprising speed, grasping yours gently but firmly.

"It's fine", his deep voice cut through the silence, his gaze locked onto yours. "I don't mind having you here".

Your heart raced as you meet his steady, unwavering eyes. For a moment, the outside world faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of quiet intensity. Trying to break the tension, you couldn't help but tease him, "Were you waiting for me?"

He remained silent, his eyes betraying nothing but simmering tension. Slowly, he raised his hand to your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone so hardened by battle. He pulled you closer, his gaze never wavering, as if silently daring you to take the next step. Your faces were mere inches apart now, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin.

The close proximity was electric, and you felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. He didn't move any closer, leaving the decision in your hands. Your heart pounded as you made your choice. Without hesitation, you closed the distance, pressing your lips to his mask in a fierce, impulsive kiss.

To your surprise, he responded with equal fervor. His hands gripped your shoulders tightly, pulling you even closer as the kiss deepened. Though his mask was between you, the raw intensity of the moment didn't fade. The urgency of your connection drowned out all the thought's of the dangerous world outside. When he pulled back briefly, it was only to remove his mask, revealing his face before diving back in, lips meeting yours with rough, urgent hunger.

In that small, enclosed space, surrounded by the distant sounds of conflict, you found yourself caught in a moment of unexpected intensity. The chaos of the warzone faded, replaced by the quiet, electric tension between you. It was more than just an escape from the violence-it was raw and undeniable, the kind of connection that demanded to be felt.

But as quickly as it started, the reality of the war outside pulled you both back. His hand lingered on your cheek for just a second longer before he pulled away, his mask slipping back into place, restoring the barrier between you. The moment had passed, but the tension remained, heavy and unspoken.

Without a word, he opened the door, the sounds of battle rushing in like a cold reminder of where you were. You followed him out, your heart still racing, knowing that whatever had sparked between you wasn't over-it had only just begun. And in the chaos of the battlefield, you knew you'd find your way back to him again.