"What are you made of?" a Ghost x reader fanfic.

Oddly right?

Y/N awoke to a gentle serenity, her hair a tousled crown of H/C locks framing her face, evidence of a night of peaceful slumber. Her captivating E/C eyes shimmered with the anticipation of a brand-new day, as the first rays of sunlight cascaded into the room, illuminating the minimalistic charm of her military quarters The light gracefully danced upon the Spartan furniture, casting elongated shadows that playfully mingled with the dust particles in the air.

Breaking the tranquil silence, a knock resonated through the room, announcing the arrival of Soap, his commanding presence filling the space. "Good morning, Y/N. Time for breakfast, and then it's straight to training," he declared, his authoritative tone laced with a warm undertone of friendship.

Y/N patted the spot beside her, inviting Soap to join her. "So, what do we have planned for today?" she inquired, her voice casual yet genuinely curious.

Leaning against the wall, Soap crossed his arms and began to reveal the day's agenda. "Close quarters combat," he commenced, his voice adopting the cadence of a seasoned warrior. "We'll engage in drills to enhance our reflexes, practice hand-to-hand techniques, and perhaps delve into the art of weapons disarmament."

As the conversation unfolded, the two soldiers exchanged their insights on tactics and shared their past experiences, the morning sun gradually ascending higher, casting a luminous spotlight on the profound camaraderie that only those who trust each other with their lives can truly comprehend.

After bidding farewell to Soap, Y/N was left alone in her room, ready to begin the process of getting dressed for the day. With a sense of purpose, she swiftly moved towards her neatly organized wardrobe, selecting her military uniform with a practiced efficiency.

Slipping into the familiar attire, Y/N meticulously fastened each button, ensuring the uniform was flawlessly aligned. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, the uniform serving as a visual reminder of her commitment and the honor she carried as a soldier.

Leaving her room, Y/N made her way through the quiet corridors, the emptiness echoing her steps. The cafeteria awaited, its usual bustling atmosphere temporarily absent. As she entered the spacious room, Y/N found herself alone, the clattering of dishes and the aroma of food filling the air.

Taking a seat at one of the vacant tables, Y/N enjoyed a solitary meal, savoring each bite as she contemplated the training that awaited her. The silence provided a moment of introspection, a chance to gather her thoughts and steel her resolve.

As she finished her meal, Y/N made her way to the training room, eager to join her comrades in honing their skills. Stepping into the room, she was greeted by the sight of Soap, Gaz, and a mysterious figure known only as König engaged in intense combat.

Gaz, his determination evident on his face, sparred with König, both fighters displaying impressive skill and technique. Soap, never one to miss an opportunity for playful banter, couldn't resist throwing in his own commentary, taunting Gaz with his signature wit.

"Come on, Gaz! Show König what you're made of! Don't let him get the upper hand," Soap called out, his voice laced with both encouragement and jest.

Gaz, never one to back down, retorted with a grin, "Oh, don't you worry, Soap. I'll make sure König realizes he's up against the best!"

Y/N watched the scene unfold, appreciating the camaraderie and the competitive spirit that fueled their training sessions. The banter between Soap and Gaz added an element of lightheartedness, a reminder that even in the midst of intense training, laughter and friendship could thrive.

With a renewed sense of determination, Y/N joined the training session, ready to push her limits alongside her fellow soldiers.

As the intense combat unfolded between Gaz and König, it became evident that their opponent possessed a formidable skill set. Despite Gaz's best efforts, König's expertise and precision proved to be a challenge to overcome. The fight reached its climax as König skillfully maneuvered, gaining the upper hand and ultimately defeating Gaz.