Ghost x Y/n | "Cold mission bed sharing"
If they didn't share body heat, one of them wouldn't wake up.
The temperature kept dropping in the safehouse- wasn't really a house. Just a half collapsed shepherd's hut buried in front and snow. So they pushed two miserable cots together and layered every spare blanket over them until it looked like a lumpy cocoon. Ghost lay on his back on one side. Armor off, balaclava still on. Y/n slipped into the other side, shivering so hard the cot rattled.
"Relax." He muttered. "You're makin the whole bed vibrate."
"Can't help it." Y/n mumbled though chattering teeth. "It's like sleeping inside a freezer."
Ghost grunted "Get closer. Not negotiable."
Y/n obeyed, carefully, awkwardly, and pretending not to be dying inside being so close to ghost never helped the secret feelings problem.
Hours later...
Ghost woke up first, not because of the cold. But because there was weight- warmth on his chest. He looked down. Y/n's head on right over his sternum, face half hidden in the fabric of his shirt, hair faintly messy from sleeping, and their hand curled on his chest.
Suddenly Ghost 'was scared to take a breath, didn't want you to move your head.'
Ghost told himself to don't breath. Don't move. because if he inhaled too sharply, Y/n's head might move. Might shift. Might wake them.
And he... didn't want that.
Not because he liked it. No, of course not. He was a professional during a mission. This was just... heat. Body heat. Pure survival.
Y/n mumbled something in their sleep, that made Ghost snap out of his inner thoughts. Y/n's forehead nudging closer to his collarbone.
Ghost's heartbeat spiked- punched so hard though his chest, he swore Y/n could feel it against their cheek.
'Shitttttttttt. They can feel that.' He huffs slowly, trying to breath carefully. 'Calm down. Think of mission objectives. Weather patterns. Ammo counts. Anything but...'
Y/n shifted again, tucking themselves subconsciously ever closer to the warmth of his body.
Ghost stared at the ceiling, eyes wide behind the mask. He'd rather take sniper fire than be the reason to make you move right now. He whispered, barely audible, "Bloody hell, Y/n... what are you doing to me?"
When morning came... Y/n finally woke up, still half asleep on his chest. Ghost snapped his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. Because admitting he'd been awake for hours, terrified him more than anything to him in the world right now.
That was a level of vulnerability he was definitely not trained for.
