A/N: Sorry for the delay ya girl was on vacation. I've been seeing everyone's comments and I gotta say thank you guys so much for the love and support! I'll definitely be making more books in the future, so if anyone has any suggestions feel free to leave them here or message me.
All love, -M
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As Ghost paced around the room, you watched him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. His movements were restless, each step echoing in the silence of the space. You could sense the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him, the tension in his shoulders evident even through the fabric of his uniform. "Hey," you said softly, breaking the silence as you stood up from where you were sitting. "Are you okay?" He paused mid-stride, turning to look at you with a furrowed brow. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.
"What happened on the base?" Ghost's question hung heavy in the air, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and concern. You could see the tension in his features, the furrow of his brow deepening as he awaited your response. "I was in your office.. and.." you paused, the memory of discovering the recording device sending a shiver down your spine. Ghost's gaze intensified, waiting for you to continue. "And there was a recording device I found," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.
"A recording device?" Ghost repeated, his eyes widening with a mix of disbelief and concern. The gravity of the situation seemed to weigh heavily upon him as he processed your words. "Yeah," you confirmed, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "I don't know how long it was there or who planted it, but..." Your words trailed off, the implications sinking in. "I bet it was that Ava girl," Ghost speculated, his tone filled with suspicion. "What makes you think that?" you inquired, intrigued by his deduction.
"All the times she came to my office with some bloody excuse," Ghost explained, his frustration evident. "She was probably looking for somewhere to plant it." You nodded in agreement, recalling the numerous times Ava had appeared in Ghost's office under questionable circumstances. "Where was she during all of that?" Ghost asked, his brow furrowing with concern. "Not a clue," you admitted with a shrug, feeling a pang of unease at the thought of Ava's possible involvement in the turmoil that had unfolded. "How much do you think they heard?" you asked, a tinge of worry creeping into your voice as you recalled the intimate moments shared with Ghost in his office.
"I don't know," Ghost admitted, his voice tight with frustration. "But if they heard anything... we need to be prepared for the consequences." He glanced at you, his eyes filled with worry and determination. "We'll have to watch our backs." Your brows furrowed before you said, "Consequences? For what we did nothing wrong." Ghost put a gloved hand over his face and sighed, "Y/n, I'm supposed to be your lieutenant," he murmured, his voice laced with concern and a hint of frustration. His eyes bore into yours, searching for reassurance amidst the turmoil. You felt a pang of guilt gnaw at your insides, realizing the complexities of your relationship within the rigid hierarchy of the military.
"I know," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper, your hand reaching out instinctively to touch his arm in a gesture of comfort. "But we're in this together, aren't we?" you added, your voice trembling slightly with emotion as you sought to convey your unwavering support. Ghost met your gaze, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions—doubt, determination, and a flicker of vulnerability. For a moment, the chaos around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you locked in a silent exchange of understanding. "Always," he finally said, his voice steady and resolute, as he gently squeezed your hand in reassurance, a silent promise echoing in his touch.
"But I have to look out for you, y/n. It's my duty." You felt a pang of warmth at his words, grateful for his unwavering commitment to your safety. "I appreciate that, Simon," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "But we both know that our connection goes beyond ranks and regulations." You reached out, tracing a gentle line along his jawline, your touch imbued with tenderness. "We'll face whatever comes our way, side by side." Ghost's gaze softened, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "You're right," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet resolve. With a fleeting glance, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, a silent promise of solidarity and strength.
You felt a rush of warmth at the tender gesture, reassured by the silent vow it carried. As Ghost pulled back, you couldn't help but smile softly, a sense of unity washing over you both. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible amidst the tension that still lingered in the air. Ghost nodded in response, his eyes holding yours with unwavering certainty. "We'll figure this out," he said, his tone firm yet reassuring. With a shared nod, you both knew that no matter the challenges ahead, you'd face them united, drawing strength from each other's presence.
As the tension eased, a playful glint danced in Ghost's eyes, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Well, look at you, surviving a covert op and still managing to look good," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation. You couldn't help but chuckle at his playful demeanor, feeling a surge of warmth at the banter. "Speak for yourself, Lieutenant. I think the dirt and grime really adds to your rugged charm," you teased, raising an eyebrow in mock appraisal.
Ghost laughed, a sound that echoed through the quiet sanctuary of the church, filling the space with a sense of ease. "Ah, so you're saying I clean up nicely?" he replied, his tone teasing yet genuine. You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Something like that," you replied, your eyes meeting his in a moment of shared amusement. Ghost's laughter rippled through the dimly lit church, a welcome respite from the tension that had enveloped you both. You couldn't help but smile at the sound, the weight of the situation momentarily lifting from your shoulders. His gaze softened as he looked at you, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that sent a shiver down your spine. "I don't know what I would've done if anything happened to you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
You felt your breath catch in your throat, his words stirring something deep within you. Despite the chaos that surrounded you, there was a moment of clarity in the intensity of his gaze. "I'm just glad we're here together," you replied softly, your voice echoing the sentiment of gratitude that washed over you. Ghost nodded, his hand reaching out to gently brush against yours. "Me too," he murmured, his touch sending a thrill through you.
Ghost then decided to get on the comms, his tone grave and resolute. "What's the latest?" he inquired, his words cutting through the tension-filled air. Soap's response was terse, filled with the weight of the atrocities he was witnessing. "Mercs are killin' everything in their path," he reported, his voice heavy with grim acknowledgment. "War crimes," Ghost muttered under his breath, his gaze distant as he processed the brutality unfolding before them. Soap's words resonated with a raw honesty, stirring a visceral reaction within Ghost. "Makes me want to commit a few war crimes of my own," Soap confessed, his frustration palpable even through the crackling connection.
Ghost's response was measured but firm, a declaration of defiance against the injustice they faced. "Tyranny. It won't stand," he asserted, his words carrying a quiet resolve. Soap's question hung in the air, laden with uncertainty and the weight of their collective struggle. "Think we'll get the green light to go after these guys?" he asked, seeking reassurance in the face of adversity. But Ghost's answer was stark, devoid of the false hope they once clung to. "No more green lights, Johnny. We're on our own," he declared, his voice steady despite the gravity of their situation. As Soap fell silent, the weight of their newfound reality settled over the room, casting a shadow of uncertainty over their next move. You glanced at Ghost, his expression inscrutable as he stared blankly out the window, his thoughts consumed by the challenges ahead.
"What about Laswell and Captain Price?" I trust them." Soap said. Ghost's response carried a weight of caution, a reminder of the complexities of trust in their world of shadows and deceit. "Be careful who you trust, Sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most," he cautioned, his words laced with a tinge of regret. Soap's teasing tone broke through the somber atmosphere, injecting a moment of levity into their conversation. "Good advice L.T., I want to be like you when I grow up," he quipped, his words tinged with admiration.
Ghost's response was characteristically modest yet encouraging. "You want to be better than me, Johnny," he insisted, his tone reflecting a genuine belief in Soap's potential. Soap's determination shone through in his reply. "I will be," he affirmed, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. Ghost's response was tinged with a hint of wry humor. "Good man," he acknowledged, a note of pride evident in his voice. But Soap's question cut through the momentary lightness, a sobering reminder of the harsh realities they faced. "Think I'll live that long?" he asked, his words tinged with a hint of uncertainty. Ghost's response was blunt yet tinged with a hint of dark humor. "Probably not," he admitted, the weight of their precarious existence hanging heavy in the air.
You listened to Ghost and Soap's banter, their camaraderie offering a brief respite from the tension that hung thick in the air. But Ghost's words about trust lingered in your mind like a stubborn shadow, prompting you to seek clarification. Once Ghost got off the comms, you turned to him, your expression reflecting the weight of your thoughts. "You don't trust Price and Laswell?" you inquired, your voice carrying a note of concern. Ghost met your gaze, his expression serious as he considered your question. "It's not that I don't trust them," he began, his voice measured. "It's just... in our line of work, trust is a fragile thing. People can have hidden agendas, even those we think we know well."
You nodded, understanding his point. Trust was indeed a delicate matter, especially in the world they navigated, where loyalty could shift like sand in the wind. "But what about Price?" you pressed, curiosity tugging at your thoughts. Ghost's features softened at the mention of Price. "Price is... different," he admitted, his tone carrying a hint of respect. "He's a father figure to you, I know that. And he's earned my respect over the years." You felt a sense of relief hearing Ghost acknowledge Price's significance in your life. Despite the complexities of their world, Price had always been a constant source of guidance and support for you. "I trust him," you affirmed, your voice steady.
You felt a cold shiver run down your spine as Ghost's piercing gaze bore into you. His eyes, usually so calm and steady, now seemed to hold a flicker of something darker, something probing. It made you uneasy as if he could see straight through you to the depths of your soul. "Graves said something about you being a deserter.. what did he mean?" Ghost's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a hint of urgency that made your heart race. Your mind raced as you searched for the right words, the truth tangled up in a mess of memories and regrets. "It's... it's complicated," you began, your voice trembling slightly despite your efforts to keep it steady. "I left my previous unit under difficult circumstances. It wasn't... planned."
Ghost's brow furrowed in concern as he absorbed your words, his expression softening with empathy. You could see the flicker of understanding in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the pain you carried with you. "You don't have to tell me if you're not ready," Ghost said gently, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. His offer of support was like a lifeline in the midst of the storm, grounding you in the present moment. You nodded gratefully, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders at the reassurance of his presence. "Thank you," you whispered, the vulnerability of your confession hanging in the air between you. Ghost's unwavering gaze met yours, offering silent reassurance and understanding in the face of uncertainty.
As you leaned against Ghost's shoulder, seeking solace in his presence, he couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the back of his mind. The weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over even the simplest moments of comfort. Despite the warmth of your touch and the reassurance of your presence, Ghost found himself grappling with questions that seemed to have no easy answers. Could he truly trust you, or was there more to your story than met the eye? And if he couldn't trust you, then who could he trust? The thought gnawed at him, a relentless whisper in the depths of his mind. In a world where loyalties were fragile and alliances were fleeting, trust was a rare and precious commodity. And yet, it was also the foundation upon which everything else rested.
Ghost closed his eyes, willing himself to push aside the doubts and fears that threatened to consume him. He knew that he couldn't afford to let his guard down, not now, not when the stakes were higher than ever. But deep down, beneath the layers of skepticism and suspicion, there was a flicker of hope, a glimmer of trust that refused to be extinguished. With a silent vow to remain vigilant, Ghost rested his hand on yours, drawing strength from the connection between you.
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