Ghost x Yn

2

The warzone had shifted. Days passed, but the memory of that brief encounter stayed with you, like a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface. Even amidst the violence and chaos, your mind would wander back to him-the feel of his hand on your cheek, the heat of his breath before your lips meet. You could almost still feel the weight of his presence beside you, as if he never truly left.

But things were different now. Every time you crossed paths, it was like an invisible thread pulled between you both, tighter and tighter with every glance. His mask remained on, his expression unreadable, but the intensity in his eyes never wavered. You weren't sure if you were imagining it or if he was feeling it too, but something was bound to snap eventually.

The next mission came sooner than expected. You were tasked with leading a recon team deep into enemy territory–an isolated zone, crawling with danger. Your mind was focused, but the weight of the impending mission weighted heavily. As you gathered your gear, a shadow fell over you, making you glance up.

There he was.

He stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you as usual, his presence commanding without a word. You stopped what you were doing, feeling that familiar tension rise in the space between you.

"You're leading this one?" His voice was steady, but there was something else lurking beneath it. Concern, maybe.

"Yeah", you replied, straightening up, trying to focus on the mission. But as always, his presence made it difficult.

He stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. "You shouldn't be going alone".

"I'm not. I've got a team".

"That's not what I meant". His voice dropped, barely audible over the distance between you. He was standing close now, too close. You could feel the warmth of him, the tension thrumming in the air like a wire ready to snap.

Before you could respond, he reached out and gently took hold of your wrist, his grip firm but careful, as if silently pleading for you to listen. Your breath caught, and for a moment, the world outside–war, danger, everything–seemed to fade into the background.

"You know what I mean", he said quietly, his voice low and commanding. "This mission is more dangerous than what they're saying. I can feel it".

You stared at him, your pulse quickening at the intensity in his eyes. He wasn't one to show concern easily, but this was different. This wasn't just a soldier looking out for a teammate. This was personal.

"I can handle it", you said, though the words felt weaker under his gaze.

"Not alone, you can't". His grip on your wrist tightened slightly, as if to emphasize his point. "You don't know what's waiting out there".

You wanted to argue, to tell him that you'd been through worse, that you were capable, but the way he looked at you made it hard to form the words. He wasn't questioning your ability–he was afraid of something else. Something deeper.

"I'm going with you", he said suddenly, his tone leaving no room for debate.

You blinked, surprised. "You're not assigned to the mission".

"I am now". His voice was cold, resolute. It wasn't a request; it was a declaration. He was coming whether you wanted him to or not.

You opened your mouth to protest, but the determination in his eyes silenced you. Maye part of you didn't want to argue. Maybe part of you wanted him there. You weren't sure what to say, so you just nodded.

Later, as you prepared to leave for the mission, you felt his presence behind you–silent, watchful, protective. The others didn't seem to notice the tension between you two, but yo felt it more with every passing second. As the convoy rolled out, he sat beside you in the armored vehicle, his eyes scanning the horizon, never leaving the landscape of danger ahead.

The silence between you was heavy but not uncomfortable. The memory of your kiss still lingered in the air between you, unresolved, yet neither of you spoke of it. There wasn't time. Not here, not now.

Hours passed as the convoy moved deeper into hostile territory. The landscape grew darker, more ominous, and you felt the weight of the mission settle in your bones. Something about this place felt wrong, like a trap waiting to be sprung. You exchanged glances with him–no words needed. He felt it too.

The ambush came without warning.

Gunfire erupted, chaos descended in an instant. The convoy screeched to a halt as the team scrambled for cover, bullets ricocheting off the armored vehicles. You hit the ground, your heart racing as you tried to assess the situation. The enemy had the upper hand, and your team was pinned down.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm, pulling you behind one of the vehicles. You turned and saw him, his eyes sharp and focused despite the gunfire raining around you.

"We have to move!" he shouted over the noise, his voice a commanding presence even amidst the chaos. "We're sitting ducks here!"

You nodded, adrenaline kicking in. Together, you sprinted toward a better vantage point, dodging bullets and weaving through the carnage. His hand never left you, guiding you through the storm of battle like a lifeline.

Finally, you found cover behind a crumbling wall, both of you catching your breath. You could hear the rest of your team engaging the enemy, but for a brief moment, it felt like just the two of you again–caught in the intensity of the moment, the world fading away.

"I told you", he breathed, his voice rough from exertion. "This mission wasn't what it seemed".

You looked up at him, your chest heaving from the run. Despite the danger, despite the fear, there was something in his eyes that made your pulse quicken for an entirely different reason.

Before you could respond, another explosion rocked the area, and debris rained down around you. Without thinking, he pulled you into his arms, shielding you fron the blast. His body pressed tightly against yours, and for a heartbeat, all you could feel was the strength of him holding you.

The world seemed to slow in that moment. Even with chaos all around, there was something grounding about his touch, something that made you feel safe despite the storm of violence. His breath was hot against your neck, and you felt that same tension–the one that had been building since the moment you first kissed–rising again, undeniable.

He pulled back slightly, his face inches from yours, eyes dark with something more than just concern.

"This isn't over", he whispered, his voice low and rough.

You swallowed, the weight of the moment hitting you hard. "The mission?"

He shook his head slowly, his eyes locked on yours. "No. Us."

For a moment, all you could hear was the pounding of your heart. The world outside, the mission, the danger–all of it faded as the intensity between you deepened, undeniable, unspoken yet clear as day.

Before either of you could say more, another shout from the team broke the spell. The battle wasn't over, and you both had a job to do. But as he turned away, his hand briefly brushing yours, you knew one thing for certain: whatever was between you, it was far from finished.