A little thought I had while I was picking up Christmas gifts, and abruptly left, completely abandoning my Christmas shopping in order to come home and write this. No warnings, just fluff. ♡
You and Ghost have been in a relationship for quite some time (I imagine 2 almost 3 years.) The two of you met after you had joined the 141, and seemed to easily find companionship in one another.
You and the rest of the 141 return from a mission that was rough, but at the end of it you all come out victorious. Although tired, and desperately needing some rest, everyone is out on the tarmac, people talking amongst themselves, celebrating their victory.
Ghost steps out of the plane last and is met with Price. They stand and talk for a few minutes, but as Price is talking, Ghost pick up on the sound of your laughter. His gaze moved to look over Price's shoulder where he sees you chatting with Soap, Gaz, and some other soldiers. Soap is carrying on with his usual banter, causing everyone in the group around him to laugh, including you, your hands clutching your stomach, helmet now removed, strands of loose hair creating a curtain over your face.
Ghost is a man of few words. During your time together as a couple, he had yet to say those three words. The thought of them alone was completely foreign to him. He even worried that eventually, you would get tired of his inability to vocalize his feelings, but all this time you stayed. You held each other at night, helping the other through the bad, sleepless nights that would end with tear-stained cheeks. If he was ever injured you'd run to his side, risking your own life in order to save his. You never forced your feelings onto him. You gave him space when he would ask for it. You would lend an ear if he needed someone to talk to even if it were a rare thing for him to ask for. You did everything at his pace, and that seemed to not bother you in the slightest. He could never understand why you did it, and why the thought of it kept him up at night. Why he felt a fluttering feeling in the very pit of his stomach when all of these things came to mind.
But as he stood here now, watching the way your lips curled into a gentle smile, lips parting as you spoke to your comrades, he felt the puzzle pieces slip into place. His heart rate picked up, practically begging to jump out of his chest. The edges of his mind burst with a ferocity that leaves him breathless, the answers to all of his questions suddenly bombarding his thoughts like the crashing of waves.
He loved you.
And he could see, with the way you turned your head, eyes sparkling from the setting sun as you met his gaze, that you loved him too.
Although that Pyro is not mine, I managed to lose to another König that got it. I want to get my own someday. Thankfully season 2 makes wins much faster.
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