Y/N Watches As Ghost Takes Down An Enemy With His Signature Knives Whimpers: Aye Dios Mio.

Y/N watches as Ghost takes down an enemy with his signature knives whimpers: Aye dios mio.

Soap confused: Why did you join the team if you can’t handle a bit of blood?

Alejandro looks at Soap with a look: Aye hermano that’s not why they said that.

Y/N looks at Alejandro with a menacing look: Callate cabron or you’ll be the one with the knife in your neck.

Alejandro laughs: I have no doubt about but [Gets close to Y/N and whispers in their ear] But you should be careful of how you carry your little secret.

Y/N blushes looks at Alejandro: You-

Ghost interrupts on the comms: Alejandro will you stop distracting my crew and focus them back on the objective?

Alejandro looks at Y/N as he responds to Ghost on the comms: Affirmative carnal.

Price: I’ve had a look at your file, it seems you’ve been through quite a lot.

(Y/n): If only you knew about the stuff they couldn’t write down.

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Ghost: What the fuck happened to you?!

(Y/n), with a bruise on their cheek: I can’t tell you that.

Ghost: What? Why not?

(Y/n): Because I REALLY don’t want you to go to jail for murder.

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(Y/n): *Running from the shadow company*

Shadow Company Member in the alleyway: 🤙

(Y/n): Oh shit my bad, didn’t know you were chill like that.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mexican! Fem-Reader

A/N: Self indulgence at its finest.

Reader is first gen (USA), parents are old fashion folks. Also Simon's backstory.

TW// mentioned of abuse, sexism and death.

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You were the newbie in the team, it was hard warming up to team. Luckily most were very welcoming, however a certain skull masked individual prefered to keep his distance. He reminded you of the "Catrin."

It was kinda lonesome in the beginning as you didn't know them well, not to mention you kinda kept to yourself. During times like this, Ghost slowly started to warm up to you and start conversations. Once he fully trusted you, which took a very long time.

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Once you two started your relationship which each other. You started to open up more, be that your culture or simply being more talkative now that you're finally assured.

But first let's get the work part out.

Anything revolving translating, or communicating with Spanish or Spanish speakers was your call. Since the other boys accents were too rough to speak it naturally it was your job to do.

The boys found out quickly that when you're stressed out or extremely tired, you speak Spanish. Ghost found out, when he asked you something and you just replied back in Spanish without a thought and fell back asleep in your cot. He stood there confused.

Also when your pissed, which isn't often you start fumbling your words. And when your truly pissed off, you start cussing out in Spanish. Let's just say none of the boys were prepared for that.

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Now for the fun stuff, introducing the boys specifically Ghost to your culture.

The first thing you introduced to them was actually games.

Specifically "Loteria", Ghost was having such a hard time saying the cards names. Soap would get frustrated and looked over his shoulder and take the card out his hand and say it. You just liked watching the chaos it brought out between them. From being frustrated from the names or being too competitive.

Then you brought out toys you used to play with, like clackers. Trompos and boleros as examples.

"I warn you, it's kinda loud and if you messed up it hurts. " You mentioned to the boys. "My mom can do this so it shouldn't be too hard." You gave them a quick demonstration.

Gaz looked at it, " are you sure this is safe? "

"Eh, maybe?" You shrugged.

Soap was the first one to try it and immediately hit his face because he went too hard.

"GAH, FUCK'EN HELL."

Ghost laughed at it, as he was messing around with those poppers you get from swap meets.

Price had those plastic cheap ass phones that played that random song with butterflies.

You giggled watching these grown men enjoying these toys you used to played with.

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The struggles of being you.

Even though you loved your culture and accepted who you are as a person. That doesn't mean there's not any faults within it either likey any other culture.

You struggled alot in the beginning of you and Ghost relationship, not because of him refusing to open up. Actually you were fine that he didn't show his face or him telling you his backstory. He will tell you when the time is right and when he feels comfortable. No, your issue is... you didn't know whether to tell him yours.

You loved him, but you worried about things that's cultural norm for you but to him it could be awful or even triggering.

Like you had to have to worry about machismo and sexism. You struggled alot growing up first gen in the US. You, yourself was confused of your own identity crying that you wished you were white to be pretty like them or to be accepted. You learned to cook later in life because you didn't want to become an other housewife to some alcoholic man like your mother in an act of rebellion.

And you knew your parents suffered alot, for you to grow up in US. Yeah, you know they neglected you but they still provide so much. And it's not fault either, as much you tell yourself.

You just wanted to make them proud.

Eventually you open this part of yourself to Ghost and he accepted it. He didn't rush you to say everything but he was willing to be there for you. And that's all that matters.

All you could do was cry "thank you's" into his shoulders.

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Now to the domestic side of things.

When you started to live together it was certainly an adjustment to what Ghost was used to. It was a little awkward at first but he soon adjusted to it.

First things first, he can't sleep without you near him. You ease his mind and comfort him both at home and in missions.

Especially during nights where his night terrors we're really bad. You'll play soft melodies you knew for him to calm down.

You also taught him how to dance bachata for fun, he was kinda flustered at it.

He adores your cooking, haft the time he doesn't even know what the hell he's eating. And any leftovers are given to the crew since you make so much.

Speaking of cooking, ingredients depending where you live are hard to come by. ( Depending if in US or UK) so sometimes you can't make certain foods.

Also Ghost is so dramatic over chilis specifically cooking chili's on the stove, because he is not used to it at all. He has to step outside. Especially if he's wearing his mask. You have no issues with it though lol.

One of the first ever gifts you gave Ghost was those tiger blankets he was surprised how comfortable it was for the cold. He uses it all time now, unless it's summer.

You also got Ghost into those shitty soap operas, once an awhile he'll join in them. You did tell him ones he can watch and some that he can't. *Cough" la Rosa de Guadalupe. *cough*

He also gets mad when you watch an episode without him.

But your favorite is when they involve the military or police. He critiques it hard. Making fun at how idiotic it is.

"It was unnecessary to use that in that situation it makes no fuckin sense." Simon says, arms crossed sitting on the couch. You perked up to look over the TV as you were in the kitchen making lunch.

"well maybe they used it so she can survive? After all they need her so they can find out what happened. " He scoffs at the response.

"What they did, should have killed them because the blast radius. That's bullshit. "

You shrugged, " I don't know...plot I guess?"

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But there was one memory that'll you hold close to your heart.

It was related to "dia de los muetos."

You celebrate it but the days were coming close to the celebrations. By this time, you knew of Simon's past. It was a heart breaking one, that's for certain, so you asked him.

You gently knocked on the door and let yourself in, "Simon, can I ask you something. If that's alright with you. " He looked up from what he's doing.

"What is it?"

You explained your intentions. "Is that alright with you? Im asking Incase it bothered you. " He agreed but he was silent about it, you leaned on the door frame. " Your more then welcome to add to it, your my family too."

And with that, you left the room.

You set up the alter near the living room, with your grandparents and old pets on it. You gave Simon the option if he wanted to join.

And he did, you can tell he's trembling and your hand gently reaches his and you help him place the photos. And the little trinkets and things on top. You took it slow with him, it was obviously emotional for him. But it felt like he can finally process it. It still hurts, that will never go away.

But the fact, you lend your hand out and accept all of him even the part of him hes burden with including their death.

It was therapeutic, he kinda just sat down in front of the altar and cried.

You put your arm around him reassuringly and just let him breathe.

And for that, he was forever grateful for you.

A/n: hope you guys liked this! It was a alot lol. I kinda teared up at the day of dead part. Shit makes me emotional. But overall I really enjoyed this. It's not my best work but I hoped I did it justice.

Also for bachata, I imagine the song is "Eres Mia" by Romeo Santos lol.

Dear, i L O V E D the Ghost x air force reader. May i ask another one with him? Reader thinks he is in a relationship with Soap and that's why took her so long to confess her feelings for him. Please and thank you, remember to eat your greens and drink water💗

You’re not gay?

Sion ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader ft Soap

Thank you for the request!! I’m not sure I interpreted it correctly, but I hope you enjoy still :) Take care of yourself too <3

The banter between Ghost and Soap was absolutely nothing unusual. By the time you joined, their conversation was nothing but shameless flirting and unforgivably stupid jokes, or so you thought.

It took you quite a while for Ghost to grow even the slightest comfortable around you. He was cautious around new people, rightly so, but the other guys made up for it, and when eventually he did start trusting you, there was nothing that made your day more than that man hiding his face away from society.

Whoever said he wasn’t one to talk was a liar. He didn’t shut his fucking mouth, either jokes, remarks or the word ‘affirmative’ was always in between his lips ready to be said. And at first you found it quite amusing, but the more you heard it the more you began to like him. The need to hear his voice became an often occurrence.

However there was one issue, and that was his constant bromance moments with Soap.

For the longest time you’d thought the two were together. You’d never asked nor received confirmation from other people, so you assumed it was meant to be hidden and you minded your own business despite the ache in your heart that he wasn’t yours.

That all changed on a mission gone wrong. You and Ghost were hiding up on a rooftop, your cheek against your sniper as you looked through the scope to find any signs of Soap nearby. You knew he was okay, the constant snarky jokes coming through the radio proved just that, but you and Simon were stuck in the roof until you found him. The higher the better in this case.

“Hey Simon?” A Scottish accent chimed though the radio, your sigh as you looked in another direction was mentally noted by Ghost himself as he laid there beside you trying to hide away from the armed men underneath. “Did you hear about the cross eyed teacher?”

“Hm?”

“I heard he couldn’t control his pupils.”

You signed and looked away from your scope, reaching to press the button on the radio attached to your jacket.

“Not the time, Soap. Where are you?”

He whispered a chuckle, telling you he had ‘no fucking idea’ and that he think he’s ‘lost’. You’d known that since you lost him in the gunfire, men chasing you all left and right separating all three of you until you found Ghost. Soap must have been chased a little longer though, because he actually had no idea where he was.

“Guys?” He spoke again, and for once you thought he’d give you some identifiable landmarks or something to go off of in order to find him. But instead you were met with another fucking joke. “What do you call a pig that knows karate?” When silence met his radio, he continued. “A pork chop.”

“That’s the best one yet.” Ghost muttered, focused on looking over the edge of the building to see how many men were down there unsafe you did have to vacate the building you were currently on.

“Can you tell your boyfriend to tone it down, please?” You quipped, looking to the side to face him. It must of taken him by surprise because he laid back down beside you away from the view of others and stared. For a second you thought he’d throw you off he roof for figuring out they were together, sacrifice you for silence.

“I beg your pardon?” He scoffed, a breathy huff leaving his lips. “He is not my boyfriend.”

“No?” You cautiously spoke, watching as he took the sniper and looked into the scope leaving you to stare at him.

“No. I barely tolerate his ass as it is, imagine going though it everyday.”

“You’re not gay?”

He laughed. He actually laughed, his head raising from the scope for a second before returning to its place. There was a second of silence before he shook his head, and you could almost make out the smirk under his mask. What was he smirking at now?

“Definitely not.” He whispered just enough for you to hear, looking at some movements on the other side of him.

A noise sounded behind you, effectively making you pull out your gun and spin onto you back, finger on the trigger ready to shoot at anything coming to harm you. You breathed out when you noticed Johnny standing there with his hand on his hip, a small smirk plastered on his lips. “Definitely not, he’s got hots for this one girl-”

“That’s enough.” Ghosts voice was deep as he got up, looking dead into Soaps eyes before waking towards the staircase to exit the building you were on.

The conversation wasn’t bought up until later that evening, back at base where all three of you were now in more casual clothes rather than your regular gear. It wasn’t awkward between you, but Ghost seemed a bit quieter than usual with you.

“For the longest time I thought you were with Soap.” You chuckled to yourself. Maybe now you had a shot? Maybe now you could tell him how much he actually meant to you. “That’s why…”

“That’s why what?”

You quickly changed the subject, shaking your head before looking up to the side to be met with his soft glare.

“Who’s the girl then, lieutenant?” Your elbow playfully hit his forearm. Fuck height differences. “Soaps basically dying to tell everyone but I think he’s scared of you bec-”

He turned to face you, half listening to you and half watching your lips as you ranted on about his conversations with Soap on previous missions. He felt pretty stupid if he could be honest, the amount of (or rather what he thought were) hints he threw at you that he liked you was insane. For god sake even Soap noticed and that man was more blind to things than a dog with no eyes. He knew he wasn’t big on relationships but Jesus Christ you were oblivious.

“Woman.” He sighed as he stared into your soak through those beautiful eyes of his. “You stupid, oblivious human being. It’s you.”

“What’s me?”

That comment made him feel a bit better, because now he felt like it wasn’t his fault you didn’t get the hints. He wasn’t bad at throwing hints. You were just terrible at catching them. But then again you thought he was with Soap, so that must have blinded your guidance and judgment somewhat, no?

He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, mask moving slightly as he deeply breathed in and out.

“Oh.” When you realised you tensed a little, feeling quite dumb for all your previous comments and thoughts about him. You kept looking into his eyes, looking for any signs of a lie, and when you found none you decided to move a little closer to him.

Your mind was in shambles, confused as how you could of missed all the obvious fucking signs. You now felt stupid, wanting so badly to jump into his arms and tell him you absolutely adored him too.

“I thought that you were with Soap for ages, that’s why I never told you I have the hots for you too.” You tried to make it sound better than it’s was, but you deemed it successful when he huffed out a laugh still looking down at you. There was a moment before your arms reached up and your wrapped them around his neck. He was so tall you had to stand on your toes just to reach him like this.

Your hands held the back of his head, slightly playing with the fabric of the balaclava still on his head.

“Can I?” You asked.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and you could now wrap you legs around his muscle toned stomach, completely feeling him melt under your touch. He nodded but only slightly, enough for you to feel it under your touch. Gently, you grabbed the back of the mask and took it off, your eyes falling upon his scarred face.

He was beautiful, exactly how you’d envisioned him simply from his voice. You took your time looking over his face, before smiling and cupping his jaw, soft enough for his to move away if he wanted to.

“Can I?” He copied your words, smiling softly when you, too, softly nodded before he leaned you in.

His lips were chapped, but you didn’t care, because you finally got to kiss Simon Riley, and see his face all in the same day.

BONUS;

“Damn, we could do been doing this 2 years ago.” You said.

“You thought I was gay 2 years ago?!”

“You and Soap kept flirting so-”

THE END

sleeper; ghost/simon riley

pair. simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader

summ. you fall asleep on ghost's shoulder, he doesn't know how to react

gen. fluff, angst

tw. mentions cod typical violence themes and topics, sleep deprivation, trust issues

wc. 1k

note. recovering from top surgery and this man has infected my brain i love him <3

- it had been a long mission. a 78-hour mission to be exact. all 78 hours stuck in a sniper's nest all for one target. but that's a part of your job and at least you had ghost to take shifts with and soap watching your and ghost's six. plus ghost and soap's banter had kept you quite awake and entertained.

- though there were those long moments where you all had to keep quiet and hold your breath. those moments that lasted for hours where you just had to stare through your scope in hopes your target would pop his head out. those moments where you were ready to just jump from the roof.

- but there were also your little breaks with ghost where you two momentarily stepped down the stairs to stretch out before switching places. ghost and you would share a look or two and sometimes soap would chime in over comms usually teasing one or both of you. you'd both roll your eyes before taking your places again.

- there was also ghost's terrible sense of humor and soap's incomprehensible accent. but through it all, you made it. and maybe those things are endearing about them. just a little bit.

- basically, it was a long mission. and you were extremely tired. so was soap who was already passed out sitting across from you on the plane and you knew ghost had to be though he didn't show it. he never did.

- you'd seen him sleep before on those week and month or more long missions. but it was almost rare. he always seemed to be the last to fall asleep, like he had to be. but you had seen him sleep. it wasn't exactly anything special, he looked like any of the other guys sleeping but it was nice to see him get some rest.

- you, too, had that habit of needing to be the last asleep. at least usually. you could go without sleep far longer than most of the squad. and that habit is what gave you the rare view of a sleeping ghost. again, it wasn't exactly anything special but it was a nice sight. it helped you sleep, too, knowing that he could. you trust his instincts and if he felt safe so could you.

- but back to the present. soap snores from the other side as you slowly blink, trying to keep awake just till you get back, you think. but it's not working. not at all. the hum of the plane mixed with your lack of sleep in the past three days, the presence of two of your closest and most trusted friends, and the mind-numbing boredom taking over hit you like a train.

- you kept blinking, trying to keep yourself awake but you couldn't fight it anymore. you gave in to sleep, closing your burning and dry eyes, immediate relief flooding your body. soon after that, your body slumps a little, leaning onto ghost.

- as soon as your head touches his shoulder, he looks over at you. he's not expecting you to be passed out on his shoulder and he's actually at a bit of a loss. he doesn't want to wake you, you deserve the rest but he isn't the greatest at dealing with social interaction. especially an interaction where someone is so close to him (and he's not stabbing them with a knife or gunning them down).

- at first, he tries to ignore it sort of, just sit there and let you rest without acknowledgment and keeping his eyes forward and on soap who somehow is just peacefully snoring away. then again he thinks it's better this way, soap would just tease him or say something stupid (which really aren't that different from each other).

- then, seeing as the only other person around beside you and him is asleep, he looks at you for a little while. ghost thinks it's nice to see you sleep. he knew you were just like him, able to go forever without sleep, and yet in this moment you were slumped against him. he knew you had seen him sleeping before. he knew that some nights, long nights where he could hear you unable to stop moving around or just audibly unable to sleep that you'd watch him, the rise and fall of his chest, and after a little while you, too, could finally fall asleep. he wondered why. he hadn't noticed you do the same with anyone else. so why him?

- he knew probably too much but he couldn't answer his own questions. he didn't feel like he could ask you for some reason. like leaving it unanswered was better. for the both of you. more for himself. it was difficult being close to people. he wouldn't want to get too close too fast though now that he thought about it, he hasn't thought the same about soap or anyone else on the squad really—just you. for some reason.

- ghost looks back over to soap who is still asleep, thank heavens, and then back at you again. he turns away before the pilot can announce that you'll all be back in three hours.

- ghost sighs and turns to you yet again before accepting his fate. this shouldn't be so bad. you're just sleeping on his shoulder.

- you trust him enough to sleep on his shoulder.

- that hits ghost like a ton of bricks. he trusts you too of course but- he's gotta let it sink in and he does, pondering in silence as his two partners sleep soundly.

- he won't go to sleep himself. he never can that easily but for another reason too. to protect you and johnny. make sure the plane lands where it's supposed to, you get where you're supposed to, and no possible stowaways could surprise any of you.

- so, he gets a little more comfortable -just a bit- as much as he can with you on him and settles in for the plane ride. he is still on alert -as he almost always is- but he smiles beneath that mask of his as you seem to scoot just a little closer. he can't help it. and it's not like anyone else would see it.

A Little Injury

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get shot at during a mission but after seeing Soap getting injured too you decide to keep yours a secret. Until your lieutenant catches on.

Warning: Guns, violence, serious-ish injury, reader shoots someone, blood, you're in a ton of pain, swearing, crying?, reader gets shot, yelling/shouting, Ghost is a bit of a jerk but not really because he basically patches you up in the end <3

A/N: I'm so sorry if I messed anything up plot-wise mainly because I'm not too familiar with MW2 and how the military work. I only know some parts...

(I'm sorry that you don't have a cool nickname to go by, I was struggling on a name anyway)

"Motherfucker!" You yell, quickly grabbing your gun again before you pulled the trigger, (attempting) shooting the guy in front of you. Ten bullets drop at your feet as you continue to unload at the man in front of you. Stopping suddenly as your arms tremble, you reload and shoot the guy again, just to be sure. The adrenaline wears off quickly as you drop your gun in agony, groaning and gripping your leg in pain as you tried to breathe in and out slowly.

Looking up your eyes scanned the now-dead man in front of you, his body slouched over on the wall with his gun in his lap. His hand was unresponsive and lifeless, you could barely see through your squinting how you just barely missed his heart. Your mind was racing the second he shot you and you had no time to perfect it.

A loud screech came through the walkie-talkie you had strapped to your chest armour, your ears ringed and your vision blurred as you mentally cursed yourself. "Y/N come in!" You recognised John's booming and aggressive voice, "Y/N Do you copy-" "Yes, yes I copy." A relieved sigh could be heard from the other side, "Status?" You looked around you, your eyes inspected and examined the room ignoring the voice in the back of your head to state your injury.

"I'm alright, do you need me?" Gunshots could be heard from outside the building, and streets were littered with violence and war. "Soap is down, injured badly we need everyone grouped up now!" Before you could reply John left, a static screeching out from the walkie-talkie just as you let your finger go of the button. But you pulled through, giving yourself a pep talk before grabbing your gun. Aiming it before leaving, your leg getting worse with every step.

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Limping around the corner you were met with your task force, John, Gaz, Soap and Ghost, their heads all turning to look at you. Soap was in the backseat of one of the military cars, bandages wrapped around his arm as he smirked at you. "Took your bloody time." Ghost mumbled roughly behind his mask, watching as you laugh before opening one of the doors. "Yeah yeah"

Getting in the backseat you were squished against the window, Soap leaning on the other side while Ghost sat in the middle. John and Gaz swearing about what you guessed to be themselves or arguing over another safehouse to stay for the night. Looking out the window you tried your hardest to focus on the horrible environment rather than your arching leg, the sounds of echoing shouting only died down once you got further away.

"Fuckin' battlefield out there" Soap spat, your head turning towards him, "How'd you get injured anyway? Tripped over?" Your teasing tone only made Soap feel better, his ruff chuckling made you smile as he pointed over to Ghost sitting in between you both. "Asshole doesn't know when to move." Ghost eyed him, giving him that jokingly shit-eating look before he continued, "Always in my damn' way." Your eyes drifted between the two of them, the thick tension could be felt between the three of you.

The agony of your leg coming back to ruin the moment, you huffed in frustration as you tried to catch a quick (Sneaky) glance down at your leg. Your heavy cargo pants felt wet when your fingers glided along the fabric. Looking at your fingers more you could spot your blood sliding down them before quickly wiping it away. Unknlowly catching the attention of Ghost.

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"Fuck I need to take a piss," Gaz said before disappearing into the bathroom. After what seemed like hours of torture from riding in the car ignoring your leg you guys came to a stop at a dingy motel. A more suspicious owner who glared at all of you when you tried to reason with him to get a room. Only the room was not clean and had a weird vibe, looking around you spotted a small TV sitting on a stand with 2 bunkbeds facing the opposite side.

Soap seemed to already claim the bottom bed with his blood and clothes as he tried to quickly discard them to unravel his bandages. You instead took the opportunity of claiming yourself on the top bunk - even though you did want the bottom - you took your time to slowly get up the ladder, hissing under your breath when you put too much weight on your other foot.

You stare at the ceiling, the beige colour was all you could think about as you drowned out everything around you. Your mind raced with thoughts, "Am I going to die?" "It hurts so much" "No one wants to patch you up" "No one cares" The thoughts were the only thing polluting you, they screamed and shouted at you as you tugged yourself to sleep. Telling yourself it'll heal in the morning and no one will know a thing.

The noises of the TV blurred in the background, the sounds of laughing and talking could be heard from below you but you paid no attention. Slowly and painfully drifting to sleep.

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You sniffled, shutting the door quietly behind you as if the guys would hear you through the loud TV playing an advertisement that no one was paying attention to. Turning on the light a quiet humming filled the bathroom, the uncomfortable, plain beige wallpaper followed into the bathroom as the white tiles fell hard against your boots.

Gripping onto the cold and slippery sink you had no intention of using the bathroom only the thought of weeping silently to yourself. You could have taken some of Soap's bandages or alcohol-free wipes but your mind was only focused on getting to the bathroom you didn't have time to think.

A loud knock shook you out of your struggling state, you nervously looked towards the door before preparing yourself to act normal. "Yes?" You questioned, your happy and normal voice didn't get past Ghost as he replied. "Open up." His British accent was demanding and serious as he waited for you to open up, "Go back to bed, Ghost-" "Open this fuckin' door. Y/N." He interrupted you this time more demanding than before as he knocked more forcefully.

You opened the door after what seemed like forever to him, you were met with his usual mask and muscular body. His eyes scanned you from top to bottom, raking over your puffy eyes and left leg that was lifted off the ground. He pushed his way into the room, closing the door behind him with his foot as he signalled you to sit on the sink. You watched as he dropped the first-aid kit next to you, scavenging through it before he pulled out some cotton swobs and some alcohol-free wipes.

His eyes were met with yours as he stared deeply at you, he didn't say anything but he didn't need to. His pupils told a thousand words, like how wanted to ask you if it was okay to touch your leg, his hand hovering over your injury waiting for you to answer. And when you did he slowly pushed your cargo pants higher up your leg, giving him full access to your bare leg and bloody injury.

"Why didn't ya' tell me." He cursed at you, his fingers gently patting the cotton swab on your leg, soaking up and cleaning all the dripping and dried blood away from your leg. But you only shrugged your shoulders in response, "I can take care of myself" Your low, soft voice replied sounding determined but failed to get through Ghost as he stood between your legs.

"Clearly not." His husky voice only made you feel guilty, the long painful sensation felt sweet against his touch. "You not only failed me but the rest of the team" His stern and disappointed voice affected you, not only did you blame yourself before but now it only felt worse. "I'm-" You hissed feeling the throbbing and piercing sting of what could only be described as hell but instead it was Ghost trying his best to slowly and softly wipe the alcohol-free wipe across your injury.

"I'm sorry..." You huffed out, your gentle and drowsy voice pleaded and sounded genuine to Ghost. He hummed in reply, his clothed fingers dancing and massaging your leg, sometimes you swore he could squeeze or go higher up your thigh. His low and husky breath could be heard through the low humming of the bright bathroom light, leaning against the mirror you felt relaxed now that there was no pain.

"Don't try that shit again, you hear me?" Ghost wrapped your leg up and let go of your leg now he only stood between your man-spread legs. Arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you, "I'd hate to see you hurt again." His dreadfully quiet tone was possessive and penetrating, you swore he grinned once you smiled in return.