T(H)RUST - Ghost x Reader

Chapter 4

Ghost's eyes look you up and down, and maybe you are just imagining it, but it seems like he stops for just a split second, looking at your chest. You then realize you don't have a bra on and suddenly your cheeks grow red.

"Just a second." You say as you close the door. You search for a bra and put it on, the clasp being extra problematic. You turn back to the door and open it. Once again he looks you up and down and you can hear a faint sigh as his gaze glides over your chest. He looks back into your eyes.

"It's bleeding quite a lot." You feel confused.

"The wound." He says with his raspy British accent, having read your confused face.

"Oh, right." You take a few steps back, showing Ghost to your bed and motioning for him to sit down. He does, slightly hunched over. He starts pulling his shirt over his head, his muscles now on display. You move your eyes from pecs to abs, noticing his brown happy trail. It's quite cute. Just as his face is visible again you move your eyes to his shoulder, feeling sneaky about admiring his body in secret. The gauze is blood red. You remove the safety pin and slowly start to unwrap the gauze, almost like a Christmas present. When it's off you realize you don't have any equipment in your room.

"I will be right back." you say and start to sneak out of your room, leaving the door open so as to not make a sound. You make your way to the office, remembering you had noticed a first aid box in there. After a couple of minutes you find it. You walk back to the corridor and right as you enter it you notice Captain Price walking towards you, coming from the direction of your room. He looks disappointed.

"Meeting tomorrow, 8 am sharp."

"Yes, sir." He walks past you. You make your way back into your room, closing the door after you. Ghost is hunched over again, seeming rather upset. Did Price see the wound? You walk to his right side, placing the first aid kit on the bed.

"Did he see your wound?" you ask as you pull out gloves and alcohol wipes. He doesn't respond. Ghost is so big that you can stand up straight, still with his shoulder at your chest height, making it easy to work with. You clean off all the new blood and discard the wipes in the small bin in the corner of your room. As you wrap him up in the new gauze you make sure to place some small gauze pads right over the wounds so he won't bleed through during the night. This time the wrapping turns out better than what you did before, you feel quite proud.

"I'm not so incompetent after all." you say with a smirk on your face as you secure everything with a safety pin under his armpit. Ghost turns his face towards you and you can see a slight confusion in his eyes. He probably hadn't realized how loud his fight with Price was, even though his voice was loud enough to scream over the sound of the hangar siren. He grabs his shirt and pulls it over his head, and as he does you notice yourself getting slightly disappointed you can't see his bare chest anymore. It's a weird feeling. Ghost puts his hands on his thighs to push himself up. Then he walks to the door and opens it, and right before he walks out he looks at you, his eyes squinting, almost as if he had a slight smile on his lips under the mask. Then he shuts the door.

You have a hard time keeping your eyes open. Everyone is sitting down around the table in the recon room, except Ghost, he is leaning against a wall opposite where you are sitting, arms crossed over his chest. Price walks into the room.

"Morning everyone." He puts a stack of folders on the table. "Good job yesterday. I have some minor stuff sent over from Sheperd that we will investigate during the upcoming few weeks." Price gives a folder each to you, Soap, and Keegan, then he turns to Ghost.

"I don't appreciate lying Lieutenant. You will be put on bed rest for a month, after that we will assess your condition and possible involvement in missions. You are valuable to the team and I won't tolerate you hiding your injuries like this." He says, with a stern tone. You can see the disappointment in Ghost's eyes, the mask making him look angry almost. Then Price turns to you. "You will take care of Ghost. Your skills are sufficient enough so sending over a nurse is unnecessary. Your files have some info about the future missions, take the day to sort through it and give me a run down later tonight on what you've found, got it Sergeant?" He lifts his eyebrow.

"Yes Captain."

"Russ, McTavish," Price turns to them, sitting at the short end of the table. "You are coming with me, we have a motherfucker to deal with." He starts to walk out the room, Keegan and Soap standing up and making their way to the door. Right as Soap walks past Ghost he turns his face to you.

"Don't have too much sex while we are away." A big grin on his face, he gives Ghost a slight punch to the shoulder, not the hurt one thankfully. Keegan walks behind him, leaning towards Ghost and tipping on his toes to reach up to his ear. Then he places his hand over his mouth, as to whisper a secret to him.

"But if you do, I want a video." He says it loud enough for you to hear, with a playful tone, still, you are surprised by the statement, not thinking that was something he could ever say. Ghost rolls his eyes as the men walk out, then he looks at you. You feel slightly embarrassed at the notion that you two would have sex. You open the folder you got from Price and a finger makes its way to your hair, starting to twirl it. Ghost walks out of the recon room and into the kitchen. As you skim through all the papers in the folder you can hear him opening cabinets and the fridge, probably looking for something to eat. You have a hard time focusing on what you read, likely from the lack of sleep.

A couple of minutes later the smell of toast makes its way into the room, and you suddenly feel hungry. You close the folder, not having picked up a single piece of information, then you walk out into the kitchen. Ghost is sitting at the round table with a plate in front of him. It has toast with beans on it and two slices of bacon. There is a cup right next to his hand, with the string to a tea bag hanging over the edge. Then you notice a second plate sitting on the opposite side of the table from him. It also has toast, bacon, and beans, but the beans on the side. He looks up at you, meets your eyes and then nods to the plate. You take it as an invitation to sit down, so you do. You pick up one of the bread slices, happy he put the beans on the side, you aren't too fond of those. The toast tastes good, it's toasted just perfectly, not too much and not too little. You look up at Ghost, he doesn't have his usual black paint around his eyes. His eyes look tired. He makes eye-contact with you, tilting his head slightly and looking at you, then the toast and then back at you, probably looking for a comment on his cooking.

"It's really good" You say, raising your bread as to toast with it. He looks down at his plate, seemingly pleased with your answer. You take another bite of your toast, and some of the bacon. Ghost doesn't eat anything, but it looks as though he had before you came into the room, some of his toast already having bite marks on it. You realize he probably is waiting until you leave, not wanting to remove his mask to eat in front of you, just like the first night.

"I'll finish this on the couch if that's fine with you." You say as you get up. You see Ghost nod slightly. The couch is in the middle of the room, back towards the kitchen, giving him privacy to eat. You sit down, placing your plate on the coffee table. You turn on the TV, the Friends DVD is still in, staring in the middle of an episode. You watch it while you finish your breakfast, every now and then hearing the scraping of a fork on a plate behind you. You smile to yourself, happy you figured something out about this otherwise very anonymous man.