aurora

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 He noticed. He always noticed.

Ghost paid close attention to your every move. Some would classify such behavior as creepy or stalker-ish, but he didn’t see it that way.

No, he was keeping a watchful eye over you. Making sure you didn’t make any stupid mistakes, and if you did, he’d be there to help you.

He will never forget the first time he saw you. Bravo Team and himself were responsible for a capture or kill assignment targeting a known terrorist organization leader. As he walked up and down the jet’s floor, barking orders at his men before the landing, he caught a glimpse of you. Your small frame contrasted against the bulky gear and muscular bodies surrounding you. He glanced down at your vest, noticing your medical equipment bag and your military medic patch. 

Field Medic, Ghost thought to himself. He had never seen you before. You looked young, making him wonder how quickly you climbed the ranks in your training to be where you currently are.

The mission was unsuccessful, many casualties and injuries were sustained during the fighting. Throughout the chaos, he found himself wondering where you were. He couldn’t shake the thought of you, weaving through the bodies on the battlefield, attempting to save as many as you could. 

Back at the base, Bravo Team and Task Force 141 were debriefing the unfortunate events of the mission. Multiple casualties, many injured, and the leader of the terrorist organization had escaped with no sign of where they were heading. The mood in the boardroom was grim, but General Shephard had good news concerning the well-being of the injured soldiers.

“Due to _________’s quick work, it’s looking like the injured will have to endure minimal recovery time. You boys should see them in a matter of weeks.”

That was the first time he heard your name. 

Now, you were Bravo Team’s assigned field medic. Ghost saw you often on base, walking and conversing with other members of your team happily. To him, you seemed too young and carefree for your line of work. He had never spoken to you, and planned to keep it that way. Ghost had a way of scaring people off.

At least that was his plan.

While on a mission in Switzerland, Bravo Team and Task Force 141 were ordered to invade a terrorist intel base in hopes of retrieving information on the group’s leader. Things got messy, and Ghost was too preoccupied to notice a bullet had grazed his left bicep. The mission was labelled successful, as no casualties were counted and intel was found of the terrorist leader. However, Ghost was left with a blood-soaked shirt and much-needed medical assistance

In the plane on the way back to the base, field medic _________ stitched up his arm. This was when Ghost began to really notice you.

As you took care of him, Ghost couldn’t help but watch you. He watched your gentle fingers clean up his gash. He watched your nose scrunch as you focused on threading the stitching needle. He watched you place your hand on his uninjured arm, gaze into his eyes, and say “This is going to be painful.” before you begin stitching his wound.

He laid in bed that night thinking of how soft you were with him. How you seemed to deeply care about his well-being. Ghost hadn’t experienced anything like that in a long, long time. It was nice that someone appeared to care for him. He found himself wondering what it might be like if you only cared for him in that way. But before his mind could venture too far, he reminded himself of who you really are. Just a medic.

Ghost continued to be taken care of by you after missions. He liked it. In fact, he liked being taken care of by you a little too much. Over his many battlefield injuries, he began to learn your little quirks. He knew that you hated the smell of the sanitizing alcohol pads you had to use so often. You said it reminded you of some bad memories as a child. He knew that you always had a difficult time threading the stitching needle. You said you used to have trouble with it in training as well. But most importantly, Ghost knew that you cared for him. After everytime you took care of his injuries, you’d grab onto his arm, look him in the eyes and say “Please be more careful. I don’t like to see you hurt.”

Those two sentences were enough to send Ghost into a blushing fit beneath his mask. Everytime you said those words to him, he’d think about it all night long. In his uncomfortable bunk, he’d lie awake replaying the entire scenario in his head over and over again. Eventually, just the memories of you became too little. He wanted to be with you all of the time, but more importantly, he wanted to keep himself safe for you. He couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you through his actions.

Ghost tried to keep his mind clear of you, he really did. But, he couldn’t help but look at you every chance he got. You were quickly infiltrating his every thought. During team meetings his eyes would always drift to your seat in the room.  He started matching up his meal times with yours, just so he could watch you eat in the cafe. When he went on missions, he tried to exhibit self-preservation. He no longer took life-threatening risks on the battlefield for the sake of a win. He was still the same soldier, just a little safer. 

Then, Ghost’s world came crashing down.

In the jet on the way back from a mission in Al Mazrah, he found himself sitting next to you. It truly wasn’t intentional, but Ghost took full advantage of his position.

“So, how’d you end up here?” Ghost said, placing his elbows on his thighs as he adjusted himself in his seat.

This was the first time Ghost had tried to make conversation with you outside of you fixing up his injuries. He was trying to be polite, something he was not used to being.

“Um, I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with my career.” You said, unsure of the situation. “So, I ended up enlisting.” Ghost had never tried to have a conversation with you, so why was he engaging now?

Ghost nodded his head in response, nervously fidgeting with the fraying strings hanging from his gloves. 

“How old are you?” Ghost asked, trying to keep his voice down so the men surrounding the two of you wouldn’t hear.

“Old enough.” 

The teasing tone of your sent chills down Ghost’s spine. He looked over at you and saw the small smile you were giving him. 

I’m so fucked. Ghost thought to himself. The suggestive tone in your voice had wrecked his mind and body, sending him into flustered shock.

He looked over at you once again. Now, you were distracted. The several rolls of bandages in your medic bag were on your lap and you attempted to organize them. Ghost noticed the thin layer of sweat on your arms and face, glistening in the low light of the jet. Your lips parted and you breathed heavily while attempting to focus on your task at hand. 

Ghost was really glad he wore a mask. Otherwise, his blushing cheeks would have been obvious. He tried his best to position himself in a way where his growing erection wouldn’t be noticeable. 

He was in deep shit now.

Ghost hadn’t been attracted to anyone like this in his entire life. This wasn’t just some schoolyard crush. No, he was infatuated with you. Not only did you give him loving attention, but you were also insanely attractive. 

Ghost went straight to his bunk when the jet arrived back at the base. Truth be told, he was freaking out. He didn’t even know how to regulate his current emotions, he couldn’t add in this now. As he laid in his bed, Ghost thought of all of the ways he could put an end to these feelings.

once he felt he had built up enough self-esteem, he'd ask you to speak to him in a private area. he didn't want the possibility of someone else viewing this intimate moment.

he'd lean in real close to you. so close that you could see all of the individual colors in his eyes and the smears of black face paint in his eye's waterline.

you'd be confused at first, as simon has never really expressed interest in you. however, you weren't going to deny the man being so close to you.

simon would bring his hand up to your chin and bring your lips to point towards his. your heartrate would begin to pick up and your breathing would start to deepen.

with his other hand, simon would bring his mask just above his nose. his lips are a beautiful shade of pink contrasting against his dark stubble on his jawline.

he'd press his lips against yours in one fluid motion. immediately you'd lean in to the kiss, with your hands moving to his chest to hold onto something.

his hand would move from your chin to the back your neck, pulling you closer to his body. the kiss would intensify, a small moan slipping from the depths of your throat.

simon would begin to pull away. the kiss couldn't lead to anything else, not here anyway. you'd try to protest by pulling on his shirt collar, but you wouldn't succeed.

he would pull away, place his mask back over the lower part of his face, and leave in an instant. he didn't want to stick around in case you rejected him.

you would be left alone, flustered, and wanting more.