Ghost Comes Home (NSFW)

He's finally home

You were cooking when the rich aroma began to fill the house, wrapping everything in warmth and familiarity. Just as you stirred the pot, a sudden knock echoed through the hallway—Dum~ Dum~.

"Who is it?" you called out, wiping your hands as you approached the door. "It's me. Ghost." You froze. Ghost? you whispered to yourself, heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t been home in months—not since he was deployed on back-to-back missions. You threw the door open, and there he was—standing there like a dream you didn’t dare believe.

Without a second thought, you rushed forward and wrapped your arms around him, holding on like he might disappear again. "I wasn’t sure you were actually coming back," you said, half-laughing, half-choked up. "Haha, I made sure I did," he replied, his voice low and steady. Then, with a playful glint in his eye, he added, "But y’know, there’s something else I missed."

His arms tightened around your waist, drawing you closer. A blush crept up your cheeks. "Oh? And what exactly might that be?" He leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. "

You know exactly what I’m talking about." You felt your heartbeat quicken as his breath brushed against your skin. The scent of rain and something distinctly filled your senses. Still holding you close, Ghost tilted his head slightly, his eyes searching for yours. "Come on," you teased, a small smirk playing on your lips. "You’ve been gone for months, and that’s all I get? A vague answer and a hug?"

He chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through your chest. "You want more than a hug?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Should I be expecting flowers too, or…?"

He leaned in until his lips hovered just above yours. "I was thinking something a little more… personal."

Your breath caught, cheeks growing warmer by the second. "Personal, huh?"

"Mm-hmm." His thumb grazed your jaw, gently lifting your chin. "The kind of 'hello' I’ve been dreaming about on every mission."

Your hands slid up his chest, resting over his heartbeat. "You’ve been dreaming about me?"

"Every night."

His words made your knees go weak. Before you could think of something witty to say, he closed the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that said all the things he'd been holding back. Slow, deep, and full of longing.

When you finally pulled apart, just enough to catch your breath, you whispered, "Welcome home, Ghost."

He smiled, that rare, genuine one reserved only for you. "Home’s not a place. It’s you."You bit your lip, eyes locked on his. “That was some welcome back,” you murmured, still slightly breathless.

Ghost grinned, his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. “I’ve got a few more planned, if you’re up for it.”

You gave him a playful shove. “You think you can just waltz in here, kiss me senseless, and charm your way out of months of radio silence?”

He tilted his head, mock-offended. “Charm? Me? I thought I was being subtle.”

You crossed your arms, tapping your foot. “Subtle? You disappeared off the grid. I thought you were dead. And now you show up acting like some mysterious heartthrob out of a novel.”

He stepped closer, the teasing glint in his eyes darkening just a little. “You read a lot of those while I was gone?”

Your breath hitched. “Maybe.”

“Let me guess…” He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Brooding soldier? Hidden scars? Unspoken desire?”

You swatted at his chest, laughing despite the way your heart fluttered. “Stop. You’re not even denying it.”

His hands slid around your waist again, firmer this time. “Why would I deny being exactly your type?”

“You’re not,” you said, though your body betrayed you—leaning in, eyes soft, wanting.

“Oh really?” He smirked. “Then why are you still holding onto me like I’m your favorite daydream?”

You opened your mouth to fire back, but the words tangled in your throat. The air between you was thick now—electric.

He leaned in again, voice lower, rougher. “Admit it. You missed me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I did. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” he murmured. “Now, about that second welcome…”

You stared at him, feeling the pull like gravity.

“Well,” you said slowly, teasing, “you better make it worth all those sleepless nights.”

He smirked, eyes glinting. “Challenge accepted.”