Y/N inserts (male and female)

Silence in the Shadows

Ghost (COD) x Y/N

The air was thick with the weight of silence. Y/N stood at the entrance to the dimly lit room, the soft hum of machinery the only sound. Ghost had been avoiding him for days now—ever since their heated argument. It had started over something stupid, something that should have been easy to fix. But it hadn't been.

Y/N could still remember the moment it escalated, the words that left his mouth that they both couldn't take back. Ghost had always been the quiet type, withdrawn even when they were close. But Y/N pushed him too hard, pushed him to the point where even Ghost, usually so steady and unshakable, snapped.

"You think you know better than me?" Ghost's voice had been cold, a venomous edge lurking beneath the calm surface. His eyes, usually hidden behind his iconic skull mask, seemed to pierce through Y/N as he spoke. "You don't know a damn thing about what I've been through."

Y/N had tried to explain himself, tried to apologize, but the words felt empty. Ghost's demeanor only hardened, his silence louder than anything he could have said. And then, Ghost walked away.

Days turned into an agonizing silence. No messages, no calls, no moments shared in the quiet of the base. Y/N missed him—missed the warmth of his presence, the way his hand would find Y/N's in the middle of a firefight or when they were both exhausted after a long mission. Ghost had always been his rock, but now he was a stranger.

Y/N paced the small space, frustration building with every passing minute. He had to fix this, he needed to fix this. Ghost was his partner, his love, and losing him felt like losing a piece of himself.

With resolve steeling his heart, Y/N pulled on his jacket and headed toward the garage. If Ghost wasn't going to come to him, then Y/N would go to him.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the quiet base. The night was still, the only sound the distant hum of the wind and the occasional murmur of the base's systems. Y/N found Ghost exactly where he knew he'd be—sitting on the hood of his motorcycle, staring out into the dark, mask still firmly in place.

"Ghost..." Y/N's voice cracked slightly, betraying the emotions he had been holding in for days. "Please, we need to talk."

Ghost didn't move. His posture was rigid, and for a moment, Y/N feared that he wouldn't even acknowledge him. But then, finally, Ghost spoke.

"There's nothing to say," he muttered, voice distant. "You said your piece, and I said mine."

Y/N took a step forward, his heart racing. "I didn't mean it, Ghost. What I said, it was wrong. I just— I just wanted to help, but I pushed you too far."

Ghost let out a sigh, but it didn't hold the same venom from before. His shoulders slumped slightly, though he still didn't look at Y/N. "You don't understand," he murmured, his voice quieter now, but laced with something Y/N couldn't quite decipher.

"Then let me understand," Y/N pleaded, moving closer until he stood directly in front of him. "Tell me. Please. I don't care about being right. I just care about you."

Ghost's head tilted down, his hand gripping the edge of his mask as if he were struggling with something inside. Finally, he lowered it, revealing the tired, haunted eyes that Y/N had only ever seen in their most vulnerable moments.

"I'm not like everyone else," Ghost said, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and sadness. "I push people away because I don't want them to see the parts of me that are broken."

Y/N's heart clenched. "I don't care about your scars, Ghost. I don't care what you've been through. I care about you. All of you. The good, the bad, everything. And I'm sorry I made you feel like you had to hide from me."

Ghost's eyes flicked up to meet his, and for the first time in days, Y/N saw a flicker of something in those eyes—something soft, something yearning.

"You think I want this?" Ghost's voice broke as he spoke, the vulnerability in his tone leaving Y/N breathless. "I've spent my whole life running from it. But every time I try to push you away, you keep coming back. I don't know how to handle that."

Y/N's heart ached as he reached forward, gently placing his hand on Ghost's. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here, Ghost. For all of it. You don't have to carry this alone."

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing and the quiet night surrounding them. Then, slowly, Ghost's hand shifted, and his fingers intertwined with Y/N's. The tension between them started to fade, replaced by the warmth of their touch.

"I'm sorry," Ghost whispered. "I didn't mean to shut you out."

Y/N squeezed his hand, a small smile breaking through the storm in his chest. "It's okay. We'll fix this. Together."

And in that moment, with the night air swirling around them and the weight of their past argument finally lifting, Y/N knew they would be okay. Because no matter how many shadows loomed over them, as long as they faced them together, they could overcome anything.