COD Oneshots

Valentines Morning (Ghost)

Ghost (COD) was never one to indulge in the fluff of holidays. He was the type of man who preferred a quiet, solitary life—no roses, no chocolates, and definitely no Hallmark cards. Valentine's Day, in particular, was just another day in the calendar that meant nothing to him. Or so he thought.

On the morning of February 14th, Ghost awoke to the soft hum of the room, the sunlight barely peeking through the blinds. The air was still, the only sound being the faint rustling of sheets. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the familiar gray walls of his room, but what he wasn't expecting was the sight of Y/N standing beside the bed, a tray of food in her hands.

Her smile was the first thing he noticed. It wasn't the kind of smile you saw every day; it was warm and genuine, lighting up the room. His heart, which was usually locked away in a chest of stone, seemed to stir at the sight. There she was, standing before him in that moment, looking more beautiful than anything he had ever seen.

"Good morning," she whispered softly, her voice like a melody. She carefully placed the tray down in front of him on the bed.

Ghost sat up slowly, still trying to shake off the fog of sleep. As his eyes flickered down to the tray, he couldn't help but appreciate the effort—scrambled eggs, toast with jam, fresh fruit, and even a little heart-shaped pancake. It wasn't anything extravagant, but it was all made with love. And that's what mattered.

He met her gaze and offered her a rare, soft smile—a smile that was his only for her. "This is... nice," he muttered, reaching for the fork. "You didn't have to do this."

Y/N sat beside him, her legs tucked beneath her, her eyes never leaving him. She could sense the hesitation in his words, but she knew him better than anyone else. She could see past the mask, past the stoic demeanor. Ghost was tough, but there was a softness inside him that he only allowed to show when he was with her.

As they ate, a comfortable silence filled the room. Ghost looked down at his plate, his brow furrowing slightly as he thought about something. He set the fork down and turned toward her.

"Are you upset?" he asked, his voice low but sincere. "I didn't do all this for you. Valentine's and all that... not really my thing."

Y/N chuckled, the sound light and carefree. She reached out, placing her hand over his. "No, Simon. I'm not upset," she said gently. "You don't need to do anything special for me. I love you exactly the way you are. You don't have to change, not for me, not for anyone."

Ghost's heart thudded against his chest, an emotion stirring within him he didn't quite know how to name. Love. Trust. But most of all, a sense of peace. He realized in that moment that he didn't need grand gestures to show his affection. He didn't need to change who he was to make her happy. She loved him as he was—mask and all. She loved the person underneath, the man who was rarely seen by anyone else.

He gently squeezed her hand, looking into her eyes. "I don't deserve you," he murmured.

Y/N smiled again, this time a little softer. "You do, Simon. You're more than enough for me. Always have been."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The outside world, with all its chaos, was nothing compared to what they had in that quiet room. It was just the two of them, sharing breakfast and love on a day that didn't need to be marked by anything other than their presence.

And for Ghost, that was all he could ever ask for.