COD Oneshots

Mad at him (Ghost)

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange hue across the sky as Y/N leaned against the wall of the barracks, arms crossed and foot tapping. The atmosphere in the room buzzed with the chatter of other soldiers unwinding after a long day, but her mind was elsewhere, focused solely on one person: Ghost. He was supposed to be back from the mission by now, and she felt a knot of anxiety tightening in her chest.

They had been dancing around each other for months—heavy flirting, playful touches, and late-night conversations that lingered in the air like a whisper of something more. But tonight, that tension transformed into frustration. She had just heard about the ambush, and the thought of Ghost getting hurt sent her heart racing in a way that infuriated her.

When the door swung open, revealing a weary Ghost, she pushed off the wall, feeling anger flare inside her. He walked in, his posture relaxed, but she could see the bandage peeking out from under his shirt, the remnants of a fresh injury. He chuckled softly at the sight of her, but the warmth in his eyes faded when he saw her expression.

"What's up, love?" he teased, a hint of a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.

"Don't 'love' me, Simon!" she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. "You have no idea how worried I was! You could've been—"

"Could've been what? Dead?" He cut her off, raising an eyebrow beneath his mask, a playful challenge in his tone. "I'm not that easy to kill."

Y/N stepped closer, feeling the heat radiating off him. "That's not the point! You're reckless! You can't just waltz into danger like that and expect me to sit back and smile."

Around them, the room had grown quiet, their bickering drawing attention from their comrades. But she didn't care; she was focused solely on him. He was infuriating, but the anger only fueled her concern. She had always held back her feelings, never wanting to scare him away, but right now, she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Do you even care how I feel about all of this?" she continued, her voice softening slightly, but still filled with an undercurrent of frustration. "You mean a lot to me, Simon. I don't want to lose you."

Ghost's smirk widened, and despite the intensity of the moment, his eyes glinted with amusement. "You're so hot when you're mad at me," he murmured, leaning in slightly, his breath warm against her face.

"Are you serious right now?" Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief, but her heart raced at his proximity. She could feel the tension in the air shifting, the underlying attraction crackling like static electricity.

"Deadly serious," he replied, voice low and teasing. "You've got that fire in your eyes. I like it."

Just then, Gaz snorted, breaking the tension. "Get a room, you two," he called out, earning a few chuckles from the others. But Y/N didn't care; all that mattered was the intensity of Ghost's gaze on her.

"Simon," she said, voice softer now as she stepped even closer. "I don't want you to get hurt again. I—"

He reached out, brushing a thumb across her cheek, silencing her with the gentle touch. "I can take care of myself, Y/N. But if it makes you feel better, I'll be more careful."

She felt a rush of warmth at his words, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "You better be," she said, trying to maintain her composure, but the way he looked at her made it impossible to stay mad for long.

"Just admit it, you like me," he said, leaning back slightly but still close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

"I—" Y/N started, her heart racing at the admission she had been holding back. "Maybe I do."

Ghost's eyes sparkled with something she couldn't quite place—relief, excitement, desire? "Then let's not waste any more time dancing around it. I like you too, and I'm not going anywhere."

With that, he leaned in, and before she could fully comprehend what was happening, he moved his mask up slightly and pressed his lips to hers. It was soft at first, testing the waters, but the moment Y/N kissed him back, it deepened into something electric. The world around them faded, the laughter of their comrades replaced by the pounding of her heart.

As they pulled away, both breathless and a little dazed, Ghost looked down at her, a genuine smile breaking through his usual stoic demeanor. "See? Not so hard, was it?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn't suppress the smile that broke through. "You're lucky you're so charming, Simon."

"Lucky indeed," he said, giving her one last playful wink before stepping back, leaving just enough space to let the rest of the world back in. "But seriously, I'll try not to get hurt again, for your sake."

"Good," she replied, feeling the warmth of the moment linger between them. "Because I'm not done yelling at you."

Ghost chuckled, pulling her back into his side as they rejoined their friends. "I'll take my chances. Just know, I wouldn't have it any other way."

As laughter filled the room once again, Y/N leaned against him, her heart finally at ease. They may have been on the edge of something more, but tonight, it felt like they had taken the first real step forward. And for now, that was enough.