Call Of Duty x Reader ||Open Requests||

Ghost x Reader (Fluff Pt. 4)

As the morning sun rose the next morning, painting soft oranges and yellows all across your room, you started to stir from your sleep. The remnants of the nights shadows had retreated when you finally had gone to sleep for the last three hours. You blinked away the last memories of the nightmare you'd had as you move to get up out of bed. A light hint of Ghost's subtle cologne remained in the kitchenette as you walked through it to go to the bathroom.

Finding your clothes, you slip into them and leave your tactical gear for later when it's closer to time for the mission. The door to your room stood slightly ajar, a reminder that Ghost had been there and left right before you went to sleep. He left the door open only to make sure that he had quick access to you if you were to scream again. The thought of that gesture alone made your heart skip a beat. 

The clock reading 7:21 am, you smile a little at the vague memory of the events from just a few hours ago. You smile as you shake your head and go across the hall to knock on the door. 

"Ghooooooooost! We have two hours before we have to leave. You awake yet?"

Ghost, already awake and going through his morning routine, hears your voice through the door. He sets aside his gear for the moment and crosses the room to answer. Opening the door, he greets you with a nod. 

"Up and ready to roll," he responds in his characteristic calm tone. "What's on the agenda for today?"

"Well, I was hoping..." You stop, smelling the air as the steam comes from his bathroom. He'd just taken a shower. You close your eyes momentarily as you take in the scent of him. "It's just our typical mission. But that's not until later. I thought maybe we could grab some breakfast before leaving though." 

You look him up and down but then look away, stepping back from the door and trying to pretend you weren't as excited to see him as you actually were. Every ounce of your being was fighting to step towards him and just breathe him in completely but you resisted.

Ghost nods in agreement, his mind already shifting gears for the day ahead. 

"Breakfast sounds like a plan," he says, glancing over his shoulder at the faint scent of soap lingering in the air.

As you step back, he catches the subtle shift in your demeanor and offers a smirk from behind his balaclava, though when he grabs his belt and slides it on, you make eye contact with him and blush brightly. Looking away, you start to walk down the corridor towards the mess hall, your stomach growling a bit. 

Remembering what he'd said hours ago after a few minutes of walking, your expression drops, and you sigh thinking he'd forgotten what he'd promised you he would do. You wonder if he'd ever show you at this point, but you keep your mouth shut, not wanting to ruin any chances of seeing the man behind the mask. 

"So, how'd you sleep?" You ask, attempting to change the subject while you walk.

Ghost falls into step beside you, the steady rhythm of his stride matching yours.

"Eh, I slept well enough," he replies, the mask concealing any hint of emotion. "Nightmares stayed at bay, at least for a few hours."

He appreciates your attempt to shift the conversation, acknowledging the unspoken understanding between you two. 

"How about you? Any more nightmares for you?" he asks, the concern evident in his voice.

"Nah. You being there helped, I guess you made my brain realize you weren't gonna kill me." You shrug and cross your arms along your stomach, starting to feel a bit insecure.

Ghost nods, a subtle acknowledgment of the impact a comforting presence could have on the shadows of the night. He knows all too well about how it helps just having someone there with you while you go over the traumatic events that your mind plays in your head.

"Glad I could provide some reassurance," he says, his tone carrying a hint of understanding. As you cross your arms, he picks up on the change in your attitude yet again but he says nothing about it to you. 

With a huff, you stop, then turn back. "I'm suddenly not hungry. I uh... I'll be in my room. You go ahead."

Ghost notes the change in your mood and the hesitation in your voice. 

"Alright, take your time," he says, a touch of concern in his tone. "If you need anything, you know where to find me." 

As you head back to your room, he lingers for a moment before continuing toward the mess hall, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging in the air. You head back to your room and shut the door, leaning against it for a moment before you go to your kitchenette to sit on the counter again. The memory of his presence across from you makes your heart start to pound.