It was just another quiet afternoon at the base. The hum of machinery and the distant chatter of soldiers filled the air, creating an atmosphere of routine normalcy. Ghost and Y/N were used to this. They were a team—both on and off the battlefield. Always present, always quiet, and always holding their ground, they moved through life with a steadfast confidence that others often struggled to understand.
However, underneath layers of discipline and focus, there simmered an undeniable chemistry between them—one that had ignited during countless missions together. It was intense, passionate, and entirely theirs, hidden just below the surface of their soldier personas.
That fateful day in the break room began like any other. They'd managed to snag the room at a quiet moment, and while the coffee brewed, Ghost and Y/N found themselves stealing glances at one another. It was innocent at first, the kind of gaze that only people who truly understood each other could share. But as the seconds ticked by, the atmosphere shifted.
"Let's take a break," Y/N suggested softly, a teasing hint in their voice. The air crackled with tension, a silent challenge beckoning to be answered.
Ghost stepped closer, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes flickered with that signature intensity, a combination of demand and desire that made Y/N shiver pleasantly. "You know you're asking for trouble."
"Maybe I like trouble," Y/N shot back, their voice barely above a whisper, tinged with an electric thrill. There was something about being alone, surrounded by the smell of coffee and the faint sound of the outside world, that made them reckless.
Within moments, they found themselves lost in a heated kiss. It was almost as if the world outside faded away—the two of them were the only thing that mattered. Ghost had pinned Y/N against the countertop, their bodies frozen in that intoxicating moment where passion and recklessness collided. Each kiss deepened, fiery and urgent, as if the break room itself was holding its breath.
But unbeknownst to them, they weren't as alone as they thought.
König and Gaz, two of their comrades, had strolled into the break room in search of snacks and coffee. They froze in the doorway, wide eyes betraying their shock. Gaz's mouth hung slightly agape, while König instinctively stepped back, trying to mask his sudden embarrassment. "Uh… we can come back later," Gaz stammered, raising his hand in a peace gesture.
Ghost and Y/N broke apart, hearts racing in their chests. Y/N's cheeks flushed crimson as they processed their interrupted moment. Ghost's usually stoic expression shifted, a mix of surprise and annoyance flickering across his face.
"Shit," Y/N muttered, their voice barely above a whisper. Ghost remained silent, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed his irritation. Neither of them had expected to be caught, especially with their guards down.
Gaz's laughter broke the awkward silence. "I'm not going to lie, I didn't expect this from you two! The Ghost and Y/N making out on a break room counter? That's a plot twist I wasn't prepared for!"
König, ever the observer, turned his gaze to the floor, a hint of a smile threatening to break his stoic facade. "It is… unexpected," he added, his voice low but teasing. "I'll make sure not to tell anyone if you don't."
Ghost shot both of them a glare, but it lacked any real malice. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stepped back, allowing Y/N to regain their composure. The moment had been ruined, but something about it felt different now. They shared a glance, magic still crackling between them, but their connection was exposed.
"Fine. Let's get out of here," Y/N proposed, smirking as they hopped off the counter. The playful energy returned, even as they navigated the aftermath of their little debacle.
"Yeah," Ghost nodded, his demeanor softening. "Let's go. And let's leave these two to their snacks."
With that, they walked out together, leaving a bemused König and Gaz in their wake. The break room buzzed with the memory of what had just transpired, and somehow, it felt liberating. Even amidst their serious lives as soldiers, they had rekindled that fiery connection where it was least expected, and if anything, it would make the next mission all the more exhilarating.
As they stepped into the hallway, the world outside awaited them—filled with battles to fight and a bond that promised to grow deeper with each passing moment.