Ghost x Yn

4

The battlefield was relentless, and as the sound of gunfire neared, any hope of further conversation was lost. You could feel the tension in the air as your team rushed to regroup, checking their weapons and preparing for the fight ahead.

But even as you readied yourself, the memory of his touch lingered—his promise, the intensity of his gaze. You hadn’t expected this connection, especially not here, in the midst of war. It was dangerous, reckless even, but it was undeniable.

“We need to fall back to higher ground,” you shouted to the team, your voice cutting through the din of battle. The others nodded, moving swiftly as you led them toward a better vantage point.

Beside you, he was silent but ever-present, his steps mirroring yours as if the two of you were synchronized. His hand brushed against your arm briefly, a fleeting touch that grounded you, reminding you of the pact you'd made. Together.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it though—the enemy was upon you. Bullets zipped through the air, and you dropped to the ground behind a boulder, your rifle snapping to your shoulder as you returned fire. The fight was fierce, the enemy far more coordinated than you’d anticipated, but your team held the line, pushing forward inch by inch.

It was brutal, exhausting work, and every step you took felt like it could be your last. But no matter how dire the situation became, you could always sense him nearby—watching your back, covering your flank. Every time you glanced his way, his focus was on you, and that silent connection, that invisible thread, kept pulling you back to him, even in the midst of chaos.

Hours passed, or maybe it was minutes—it was hard to tell in the thick of battle. But at last, the gunfire began to die down, and the enemy started to retreat. You allowed yourself a brief moment of relief, catching your breath as the last shots rang out.

“We need to regroup,” you called out, rising to your feet. The rest of your team followed suit, and you motioned for them to fan out and secure the area.

As you began to make your way across the battlefield, checking on your team, you felt his presence behind you once again. His silent shadow, always near, always watching.

“You did good out there,” he said quietly as he fell into step beside you. His voice was rough, but there was something softer beneath it—something almost tender.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” you replied, a smile tugging at your lips despite the exhaustion weighing on you. It was true—you had fought alongside him many times before, but this time felt different. You weren’t just comrades anymore. There was more between you now, something unspoken but powerful.

He didn’t respond, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, and all you could think about was the feel of his hand on your cheek, the warmth of his breath against your skin, the way he had whispered, this isn’t over.

And you knew, deep down, that he was right.

Just as you were about to say something, a voice crackled through your comms, snapping you both back to reality.

“Command to all units, we’ve received intel on a high-priority target. Recon mission begins at 0600. Prepare for immediate extraction.”

The tension in the air shifted, the reprieve from battle short-lived as the weight of the new mission settled over you. Your team was already moving, gathering their gear and preparing for the next deployment.

You turned to him, your heart sinking at the realization that this new mission might pull you apart once more. His expression was unreadable behind the skull mask, but his eyes were locked on yours, intense and unwavering.

“Looks like we’re not done yet,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against yours before he pulled you into a tight embrace. For a moment, the rest of the world disappeared, and it was just the two of you again, caught in that quiet storm of emotions that had been building between you since the day you met.

“No,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “We’re far from done.”

His hand slipped from your arm, and before you could say anything else, he turned and began walking toward the rest of the team, his figure fading into the distance.

You watched him go, your heart heavy but resolute. Whatever this was between you—whatever had sparked in the heat of battle—it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

And as you prepared for the next mission, you knew that no matter how dangerous things got, you’d always find your way back to him.

The war might be far from over, but so was your story.