Ghost x gn!reader, voyeurism (audio), masturbation, pining, not much smut but I wanted to feed the brain worm while it was here
It was honestly a miracle you'd kept your job after the dust up around everything you'd figured out from the chatter. You should have been fired, or disappeared, or shuffled into some spy training that Price got all twitchy about-
But you liked your cubicle, your little space to listen and note, filing away thoughts and knowledge. You felt secure here, a kingdom of one.
Headphones on, red bull in hand, you sit back and let the low murmurs of 141 fill your ears. Ghost stands out as always, the bass rumble making your eardrums vibrate. He hadn't seemed too upset about everything, at least not that you heard. Hopefully the birthday cake will be appreciated- nothing fancy, just a fat slice of lemon cake, Ghost has said before how he doesn't care for anything too sweet.
Soap and Gaz are a bit quieter than usual, now that they're aware you're going to be listening to them, even if they knew all comms are transcribed.
And Ghost-
There's crackling noise, movement, heavy gear shifting- he's standing, walking away from the vantage point. "Goin' for a piss," he grunts, and you listen to the heavy footfalls crunching leaves and twigs until he finds some suitable spot. You wonder if he goes behind a tree, or just whips it out in the open, moving away only enough to not dirty the ground he'll be sitting on later.
He grunts, and a low sigh echoes in your ears. Your cheeks warm. It's just so intimate, hearing him like he's right next to you, your fingers paused over the keyboard.
A huff of breath, and where you expect the clink of a belt being redone instead you get- something softer, a low breathy sound, and Ghost isn't walking back to the team at all. There's a click, and you type out the note that he's switched to a private channel, the end of the line open where it should confirm the new connection.
No connection. Just Ghost talking to himself-
"you listenin'? Course you are."
-and you.
Your whole body flushes with heat, skin prickling with goosebumps.
"Always listening, learning. Didn't know you paid that much attention." Another soft breath, rolling from eardrums to spine, and you're frozen with your drink can halfway to your lips. "Thanks for the cake, by the way. Delicious," and oh, oh you recognize that, the hot rush of sound off his lips, the way he groans through the word like he's- like-
Ghost strokes his cock, breathing into his mic, and you smash the volume higher to catch the faint drag of gloved hands on skin.
"Figured you deserved a little something extra, for all your hard work," he says, too-loud in your headphones but it feels just right, the shape of him forming in your mind, how he'd be braced against a tree and stealthily stroking his cock, catching any precome in his gloves- or maybe not, maybe he's got one off and is letting the drops slick back along his skin, soft huffs coming quicker, rushing to the finish before Soap and Gaz come looking.
He's groaning a little under his breath now, and your body clenches when he hisses through his teeth. A slow drag, a twist around the head, you don't know because all you have is his voice in your ears, vibrating in your skull. You're caught, unable to move even as your belly twists tight and melts down between your legs.
"Wish you were here. Though I gotta admit, the thought of you having to sit and listen to me- in your little room all alone- you touching yourself, love? Or just squirming in your seat for me. Getting all worked up over hearing this," and the wet slick sounds are louder, the mic held closer to the cock that you're drooling over, and you are squirming, rocking in your seat for some friction, lip tight between your teeth.
"Fuuuck- I'll be back on base for a while by the time you get to this one," Ghost says, "so I'll be waiting. I'm a patient man. Find me after you get this- ah!- little love note," and he groans again, fist speeding up, a hard pant of breath through his lungs and bitten-back curse, and finally a long rippling sigh of relief and pleasure, of satiation, and you can picture the splattering of white come on the leaves and dirt. Your mouth waters, you wish it was here, that he was here, to let you lick it up or just swallow it at the source-
But he is here. He's on base, waiting for the next assignment. And he told you to find him.
You click off your computer, headphones crashing to the floor. You chug the rest of your drink, you'll need the energy, even as your skin buzzes. You're so wet and throbbing it hurts.
Ghost talks on comms about needing a good work out and release the leftover adrenaline, when he returns to base. It's been two days. He'd be out of the gym and in his bunk, relaxing, trading off paperwork with the new novel series he's trying to talk Gaz into trying with him.
You snag the tea you'd bought for him on your way out. You'll both need some hydration when he's done with you.
If you told someone from 2020 that in 2025: Mean Girls, Legally Blonde, Minority Report, Interstellar and Banlieue 13 is free on YouTube and Red vs Blue is locked behind a paywall, they would think you were an escaped mental asylum patient
