I'm begging you to do a little continuation of the shy medic reader x Ghost
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Summary: You’re an introverted medic in Task Force 141, comfortable talking to everyone except Ghost — who somehow makes you so nervous you can’t look him in the eyes. Ghost secretly finds it adorable.
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Simon “Ghost” Riley x Introverted!Reader — “Eyes Up Here”
Part 1 ,Part 2
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You couldn’t sleep peacefully.
Not even for a second.
Every time you closed your eyes, it replayed—too vivid, too close. The way it happened so suddenly, like the air itself had snapped. The warmth. The shock of it.
Him.
Eventually, you forced yourself up.
You had a job to do.
You could be normal.
You would be normal.
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These past few days would mostly end with you patching him up again.
You started noticing it the third time.
Ghost didn’t get hurt.
Not like this.
Not small, careless injuries that somehow always landed him in your care—cuts that weren’t deep enough to slow him down, bruises that didn’t match the precision he moved with on the field. He was too good. Too controlled.
Too… deliberate.
And yet—
There he was again.
Sitting on the edge of the cot like he owned the place, sleeve pushed up just enough to expose another shallow gash.
You didn’t even look at him at first.
“Sit still,” you muttered, already reaching for gauze.
He huffed—quiet, almost amused.
“I am sitting still.”
Your jaw tightened.
That voice. Always calm. Always like he knew something you didn’t.
You stepped closer, cleaning the wound with more force than necessary.
He didn’t flinch.
Didn’t even blink.
That’s what did it.
You paused.
Slowly looked up.
And for once—you didn’t look away.
“…You’re doing it on purpose.”
Silence.
For half a second, you almost thought you’d imagined it—your own boldness echoing too loudly in your chest.
Then—
You saw it.
That faint shift under the mask. The smallest curve. A smirk.
Your heart stuttered.
“Doing what, doc?” he asked, voice lower now.
You swallowed, but didn’t back down.
“These,” you gestured vaguely at his arm, fingers hovering just above his skin. “You don’t get sloppy. Not like this.”
Another step closer—this time, him.
Close enough that you could feel it. The space between you shrinking, tightening, suffocating.
“And if I was?” he murmured.
Your heart was going insane.
Beating too fast, too loud, like it was trying to give you away.
But somehow—somehow—you held your ground.
“Oh yeah?” you shot back, lifting your chin slightly. “Then you should do something about it”
There it was.
The shift.
The air changed.
Something heavier. Sharper.
His head tilted, just slightly.
“…Cute,” he muttered.
You blinked.
“You did not just call me cute.”
That smirk deepened—this time unmistakable.
“You’re even cuter when you’re grumpy.”
Your face burned.
“Stop saying that—”
And then it happened too fast.
You moved at the same time he did—or maybe neither of you moved at all, maybe the space just… disappeared.
Your words cut off as your lips collided.
Messy. Sudden. Not planned.
Your brain didn’t even catch up at first—just the warmth, the shock, the way everything in you stilled for half a second before crashing back twice as hard.
His hand came up—not rough, not soft either—just enough to steady you, like he expected you to pull away.
You didn’t.
You should have.
But you didn’t.
And when you finally did break apart, it wasn’t far.
Still too close.
Still breathing the same air.
Your heart felt like it might actually explode this time.
“…You’re insufferable,” you whispered, but it lacked any real bite.
He exhaled quietly, almost a laugh.
“Didn’t hear you complaining.”
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A/n: sry for not updating lately but don’t worry I have more coming uppp
