Goblin💫

The safehouse was unusually quiet after the mission. Rain tapped softly against the windows while the rest of the team argued over cards in the next room.

Y/N "Goblin" sat cross-legged on the floor, cleaning mud from your boots. Your short, scruffy brown hair stuck out in every direction, the little yellow peekaboo escaping from behind one ear. At only 5'5, you looked almost swallowed by your oversized hoodie, but ghost has watched you take down enemies twice your size without breaking a sweat.

He leaned against the doorway, arms folded.

"You missed a spot," he rumbled after a beat.

You looked up, dark, matcha green eyes sparkling with amusement. "thought you'd finally found something to complain about."

A rare chuckle escaped behind his mask.

He walked over slowly, knelt beside her and after long moment silently brushed a smear of dirt from your cheek with his gloved thumb.

"you always..." ghost started, then paused, as if weighing every word "you always throw yourself into danger."

"you always come after me."

There was a long pause

"I know," he admitted quietly. "I always will."

Your teasing smile softened. "you know... I was hoping you'd say that, I mean, I knew you would

Obviously. Because you always do, And it's honestly kind of sweet In a terrifying stoic way, as well as-"

Ghost cut you off by lifting a hand to the back of your neck and kissing you before you could keep talking.

When he finally pulled apart, you blinked up at him, momentarily speachless

Ghost rested his forehead against your neck. "too much talking." he murmured

You grinned "you could've just said That."