COD Oneshots

Silence (Ghost)

Simon "Ghost" Riley had grown used to silence. For years, it was his solace, his shield. The absence of noise kept him focused, sharp, and detached. It was a quiet he thought he could live in forever—until you showed up.

You were chaos in motion: laughing too loud, singing under your breath, or chatting about the most inconsequential things. At first, he thought it would drive him mad. But then, slowly, he found himself leaning into the sound of your voice, the way your laugh filled a room, the way you seemed to light up the gray world he'd been living in.

He couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but he'd fallen for you. Hard. Not that he'd ever tell you. Ghost didn't do feelings, at least not out loud. But he thought you might know. In the quiet ways he lingered nearby or the rare times he grunted out more than two words in response to your endless chatter.

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That night at the bar should've been another easy evening with the team. Until he saw the guy.

Ghost had been watching from across the room, pretending to nurse a beer while his gaze tracked your every movement. You were standing at the bar, waiting for a drink, when some guy sidled up next to you. At first, it seemed harmless—until Ghost noticed the way the guy leaned in, too close, his body language dripping with confidence that made Simon's blood boil.

Before he knew it, he was at your side. His towering presence was enough to make the guy falter, but Simon didn't stop there.

"Time to move along," he growled, his voice low and edged with warning.

The guy stammered out an apology and quickly backed off, but the damage was already done.

"Simon!" you snapped, your eyes flashing with anger. "What the hell was that?"

He looked at you, baffled. "What?"

"I didn't need your help!" you hissed, your voice low but furious. "I can handle myself."

He chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension. "That's what I'm here for, isn't it?"

Wrong move.

Your face hardened, and your lips pressed into a thin line. He'd never seen you look at him like that before—cold and closed off. "You don't get to decide when I need saving," you bit out, and then you turned on your heel and walked away.

For the rest of the night, you didn't say another word to him.

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The silence started then, and it didn't stop.

Ghost hadn't realized how much he relied on the sound of your voice until it was gone. At first, he thought you just needed time. But hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks. He tried everything—hovering near you during training, cracking a rare joke, even ignoring you in return, hoping you'd cave first.

You didn't.

And the silence? It was unbearable.

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An hour before he was set to deploy, he couldn't take it anymore.

Ghost stormed down the hall to your room, his footsteps heavy with frustration. He didn't knock; he just opened the door, startling you as you sat on the edge of your bed.

"Talk to me," he demanded, his voice rough and urgent.

You stared at him, your arms crossed over your chest.