Specter's Redemption |Ghost x Reader|

Blades and Tension

(y/n) wandered through the base corridors, eyes scanning the rooms until she finally spotted Ghost in the gym. Her steps quickened as she approached, unable to deny the magnetic pull drawing her towards him. As she neared, her gaze couldn't help but linger on his well-built physique and the mystery hidden behind his balaclava. She scolded herself silently for staring but couldn't deny her attraction to his cold and enigmatic energy.

"Enjoying the view, Specter?" Ghost's voice cut through the silence, taunting her. (y/n) knew he was smirking underneath his mask.

(y/n)'s cheeks flushed, but she managed to maintain her composure. Ghost couldn't help but notice how Specter's eyes lingered on him as he trained in the gym. Her gaze traced the contours of his body, and he felt a spark of attraction igniting deep within him. The knowledge unsettled him, his cold and dark energy conflicting with this newfound desire.

"Don't flatter yourself, Ghost. I was simply lost in thought." (y/n) Her composure remained intact as she effortlessly deflected his comment.

"Prove it then. Show me your knife skills." A challenge gleamed in Ghost's eyes as he motioned towards a table.

(y/n) nodded, accepting the challenge. With fluid motions, she demonstrated her expertise, the blade dancing through the air with precision and grace. Ghost watched her display in silence, acknowledging her skills with a nod.

"Thank you," (y/n) said, her voice filled with gratitude. "But I'm sure many soldiers surpass me in that regard."

Ghost's response was brief, his voice carrying an air of indifference. "Perhaps. But you've shown competence."

(y/n) took a deep breath, her gaze meeting Ghost.

"I owe you an apology, Ghost. I lost my composure earlier and pushed you to reveal yourself. I understand the significance of a mask, as I wear one myself, and it was not my place to ask."

Ghost grunted, simply acknowledging her apology, but said nothing more.

(y/n) made a note of Ghost's attractiveness once again before Ghost interrupted her thoughts. "How is it that you're a higher rank than me?"

(y/n) hesitated, her eyes meeting Ghost's behind the impassive mask.

"It's... complicated. General Shepherd had a hand in it."

Ghost's skepticism was evident, his voice tinged with suspicion. "Shepherd? You expect me to trust you because he vouched for you?"

(y/n) met Ghost's gaze with unwavering conviction. "I understand your concerns, Ghost. But you can trust me. My loyalty lies with the mission and the team. I know where my loyalties truly lie."

Ghost's demeanor softened for a moment, as if a flicker of understanding passed between them. But it was fleeting, and Ghost turned away, his attention returning to his training.

As (y/n) left the gym, she couldn't help but steal one last glance at Ghost, appreciating his rugged attractiveness. As (y/n) lingered for a moment, her gaze inadvertently wandered over Ghost's form again, captivated by his presence. Caught off guard by Ghost clearing his throat, she quickly averted her eyes, feeling embarrassed.

"Caught you staring again, Specter," he remarked, his voice laced with amusement.

(y/n)'s cool demeanor remained intact as she deflected his comment with a playful retort. "I must admit, Ghost, your muscles are quite impressive. It's hard not to appreciate them."

Ghost's eyes gleamed with mischief, his dark energy swirling around him.

"Is that so?" he replied, his voice dripping with charm, daring (y/n). "Maybe you'd like a closer look."

(y/n)'s heart skipped a beat, the atmosphere between them thick with unspoken tension. She needed to regain control of the situation to steer the conversation away from dangerous territory.

Ghost took a step closer, his presence becoming even more intimidating.

"Be careful what you wish for," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm not one to be toyed with."

"I wouldn't dare toy with you" (y/n) met his gaze unwaveringly, her voice filled with a mixture of defiance and longing.

(y/n) refused to be the one to look away first, locking eyes with Ghost in an intense stare-down. The air crackled with tension as they held each other's gaze, neither willing to yield. The seconds she stretched on, each moment adding to their mounting frustration. But as the standoff persisted,(y/n) let out a sigh of exasperation. It became clear that Ghost wouldn't back down, his unwavering determination mirroring her own. Reluctantly, she broke eye contact, her frustration evident in her features. Knowing that the battle of wills would lead them nowhere at that moment, (y/n) turned around and walked away, her footsteps echoing in the silence. The unresolved tension hung heavy in the air, leaving them both longing and frustrated.

As he watched her retreating figure, Ghost couldn't shake off the image of (y/n) staring at him. It replayed in his mind, etching itself into his thoughts. He could almost feel her gaze, as if her eyes were roaming over his form, dissecting him. It stirred a dormant awareness within him, an undeniable recognition of his physical attraction toward her.

Ghost found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, caution and mistrust came naturally to him, resulting from a life full of betrayals. But on the other hand, there was an undeniable fascination that (y/n) stirred within him. She possessed a captivating presence, an air of mystery that drew him in. Her confidence and skills with a knife had left a lasting impression, imprinting itself on his consciousness.

A mix of thoughts and emotions swirled within Ghost's mind as he stood there. He couldn't deny the intrigue surrounding (y/n), and how she seemed to command attention effortlessly. Despite their unresolved conflict, it was as if a magnetic pull existed between them. Ghost knew deep down that there was more to (y/n) than met the eye, and the enigma only added to her allure. Lost in his thoughts, Ghost pondered the complexities of their situation, the unspoken tension that simmered beneath the surface. The path ahead seemed uncertain, but one thing was clear—his encounter with (y/n) had left an indelible mark, and the allure of their connection was impossible to ignore.

But Ghost refused to let himself be swayed solely by physical attraction. He prided himself on being a man guided by logic and reason, and Specter presented a formidable challenge. The lack of knowledge about her gnawed at him, leaving doubts about trusting someone he barely knew.