T(H)RUST - Ghost x Reader

Chapter 5

You hear the door opening behind you and you turn your head toward it. Ghost is standing there with two plates. He walks over to you and hands you a plate. This time it is grilled cheese, or as Ghost says with his British accent, toastie. He sits down on the porch, with his legs on the first couple of steps, slightly behind you. You eat in silence. Every time you two eat at the same time, you always face away, giving Ghost the privacy he wants. Still, you are always very curious about what he looks like under the mask. The first week you were here you thought you would eventually be allowed to see his face, but you lose confidence in that thought more and more every day that passes. You are not even sure Soap and the others have seen him, even if they have been friends for many years. Does he sleep with it on? He can't possibly do that, right? Right? Having seen more of his body today than you ever have before, you feel quite lucky and decide to ask him.

"Do you sleep with it on?" You hear him placing his sandwich down and swallow. "The mask."

"Yes." he says, with his deep voice. As usual, a quick and simple response. But you want to know more.

"Why do you wear it?" You feel nervous now, almost like you are scared of getting caught doing something your parents didn't allow you to do.

"It's psychological." He says, taking another bite of his sandwich. "Makes the enemy think twice before trying stupid shit."

"And it's not because you're ugly?" Now you are starting to feel really nervous and even more curious about who is under that skull.

"Quite the opposite." He stands up and you turn to him. He reaches out with his hand to grab your plate and you hand it to him. During the handover you look into his eyes. They always manage to look straight through you, like everything in your mind is just written straight across your face. You consider asking him to take the mask off.

"Don't press your luck, luv." he says with a smug tone as he looks at you before turning and walking back into the cabin. That last word makes you smile to yourself.

"Ghost, how's the shoulder feeling?" Price asks during the debriefing.

"Doing good sir." Ghost says with a husky voice. Price turns to you.

"What is your assessment l/n? Do you think he is fit to engage in combat?" You think about it for a couple of seconds, noticing Ghost looking at you with eager eyes, wanting to get the OK to go back to work.

"His wounds have closed up well and he doesn't seem to have any problems using it or his arm. There are no signs of any nerve damage hindering his ability to use his hand or fingers. I would say he is fit to fight again, yes."

"Good. Then his new task is to train you. Both in close combat and weaponry." Both you and Ghost look confused at Price, and he notices it.

"We want to avoid another near-death experience in future missions. We have something big coming up and I need everyone here to be on their A-game."

After the meeting everyone makes their way out of the room. Right as you are about to step out Ghost grabs your arm and you turn around.

"Meet me at the field down by the larger road in an hour." That's all he says before walking out of the room. Soap and Keegan overheard what he said and as Ghost walks past them they look at him.

"Take it easy on her. You don't want to kill your nurse." says Soap, he looks a slight bit concerned. His expression in turn makes you nervous.

It is already dark when you step out onto the porch. You are wearing some black workout leggings, a dark red t-shirt, and a black hoodie. The gravel on the road crunches as you walk along the road. You brought a small flashlight with you and you use it to guide yourself. You remember seeing a large field when you arrived here four weeks ago and when you get to the first crossing you take a right. You walk for a while, almost starting to think you are walking the wrong way, then you see the field. You look down at your phone. Fuck. 10 minutes late. You start to jog, hoping Ghost won't be mad at you for being late. You cross the road, jump over the ditch and make your way to the middle of the field. But Ghost isn't here. You wouldn't consider him to be the kind of person running late for things, the opposite rather, being very strict, stern, and disciplined.