omg butcher!reader x ghost is everything if you ever wanted to do more id love that and im sure others would too!!!
Omg, thank you so much for giving me a reason to continue this (before I go back to my other WIPs 😅)
Anyways, Ghost usually doesn't pay attention to local disputes. But he can't stop thinking about you. Wondering, if this would have been his life, if he hadn't enlisted.
He has a few days to spend, so next day he is back at the butcher, this time actually entering. If he is a bit disappointed that you are not at the front, he will never admit it. Instead he sees what must be the reason for the fight, a surprisingly beautiful woman at the register, greeting him with an honest smile, red cheeks, kind eyes. Doesn't even seem to notice his mask and military boots.
"Good morning, are you looking for something specific?" Nice voice too.
Ghost nods, asks for something he doesn't see on display, something he knows most butchers would only have if you ordered ahead.
"Huh, planning something special? One moment please, you might be in luck. Someone didn't pick up their order yesterday."
With that, she disappears in the back, but doesn't return. Instead you come to the front, Ghost can see a similarity in your face, maybe you are related to the beautiful register girl. Although nothing about you is welcoming.
Where her eyes were kind, yours are hard and cold. Your cheeks are red from the cold and less round. Your lips could be lovely, but you wear a scowl that speaks of low patience. Combined with the knife in your hand and the bloody apron you could have been the killer in a splatter movie. Ghost pretends that his elevated heartbeat is because you pose a potential threat and nothing else.
"Oh bloody hell, another one? What are you, sis? A moron magnet?" You yell to the back, but your eyes are fixed on Ghost.
"Listen, whoever you are. I don't know what stupid games you play or whatever this is, but coming here, ordering meat you don't even know how to prepare, and thinking my sister is stupid enough to be impressed that you know the name for it, ain't gonna work. Or did you think you had free pick, since the other two are too scared now?"
Ghost files all that information away to sort it later but the annoyance in your words does something to him.
"I know how to prepare that." He doesn't even think about why he wants to prove it to you. But he can't leave with you thinking he isn't capable. He just can't.
And now there is almost something like curiosity in your eyes and the scowl turns into a cold grin. You step closer until you stand before him. And although you have to look up to him, Ghost gets the impression that you are on his eye level. At least. Something about you signals 'equal' to his brain. And Ghost has been fighting long enough to trust these impressions.
"Prove it, pretty boy. Shop closes at 5, we live upstairs. I expect you 5:30, bring everything you need, I'll have the meat ready. Now fuck off."
You shove him outside. Knife in one hand, the other pressed to his chest and he can feel the strength. Wonders briefly if you could take him down if you wanted.
He gives a salute and leaves, he has to go shopping. At least he has something better to do than writing reports and watching bad TV.