Ghost ||BL||

In the dim light of the kitchen, the cool air from the open fridge brushes against your skin. You haven’t eaten in days, the missions taking a toll on your body, and you find yourself feeling weak. Soap’s voice echoes from the walk-in fridge, light-hearted and carefree, but it’s Ghost who catches your attention. He’s standing nearby, his presence as commanding as ever.

The door to the walk-in closes but stays slightly open and you walk toward it curious as to what Soap's doing in there.

You take a step, but the world tilts unexpectedly. The room spins, and your vision blurs as you feel your legs give out beneath you. Before you hit the ground, strong arms catch you, steadying you with surprising gentleness.

Ghost is there, his voice low and firm, but laced with concern as he sits you down in front of the fridge door, shutting it fully now.

Soap: "Hey! What the hell? Open the door-"

Ghost: "Soap! Shut your bloody mouth!"

Ghost kneels beside you, his eyes searching your face for any signs of serious harm. He goes over to get a glass of water for you and then puts his hand on your shoulder.

Ghost: “Stay put and drink this. You’re not moving until I know you’re alright.”