Ghost x Male!OC
••Evgeny wakes up in the middle of the night to Ghost standing at the foot of his cot.

It was around 2 a.m. when Evgeny heard the soft creak of a door opening. He shot up in his bed, simultaneously grabbing the pistol that laid on his nightstand.

Squinting in the darkness, he could barely make out a large figure standing at the foot of his bed. A familiar white skull mask, illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the blinds, was a welcome sight, albeit slightly terrifying.

"Jesus f*cking Christ, Ghost. You've got to stop creeping around like that." Evgeny mumbled, reaching over to place his pistol back on the nightstand.

Returning his gaze to Ghost, he noticed that he hadn't moved at all—not even an inch. He just... stood there, posture stiff and shoulders hunched forward. Staring.

"You... okay?" Evgeny hesitantly asked, feeling somewhat uncomfortable—among other things—under Ghost's intense stare. "Is something wrong?"

Ghost was unresponsive. He remained where he stood for what felt like several minutes before he suddenly stepped around the cot to approach Evgeny's bedside.

"Lieutenant—"

The word had scarcely passed through Evgeny's lips when Ghost clambered onto the bed. His bulky frame took most of the room, forcing Evgeny to roll over in order to not be crushed. Ghost allowed his entire body weight to sink into the mattress, releasing a heavy sigh as he did so.

Evgeny laid there and listened to Ghost's steady breathing while he thought about what he should do next. This was very uncharacteristic of Ghost—terrifyingly so. To have him climb into Evgeny's bed, of all places, without a single word spoken was odd indeed.

"Can't sleep?" Evgeny posed a question, but felt that it was stupid and followed it up with another before Ghost could answer. "Nightmare?"

The bed frame creaked as Ghost shifted his weight.

"You could say that." He said in a low, husky tone.

Silence again.

Evgeny stared at Ghost's back. He was so close, he could lift his hand and press his palm flush against the rippling muscle that laid beneath the black t-shirt. The alluring scent of cologne and wood smoke drew him in, almost beckoning him. He wanted to, but he didn't.

He wasn't sure of his standings with Ghost at present and certainly didn't want to risk ruining things for himself. Plus, he knew how Ghost felt about physical touch. Unless it was initiated by him, he reacted negatively to it.

"Have you always been that jumpy?"

Ghost's question surprised Evgeny. He pulled himself from his thoughts, hoping Ghost couldn't somehow sense that he'd been distracted.

"Ever since I joined the force. Why?"

"A jumpy sniper isn't good for business."

There was a hint of a tease in Ghost's tone. If Evgeny hadn't picked up on it, he would've thought Ghost was insulting him.

"I'm not jumpy in the field, especially when it comes to watching your sorry ass."

"Damn right, you'd better be watching my ass like a hawk."

"Are you saying you like it when I stare at your ass, sir?"

The little jab was a bold move on Evgeny's part, but he felt confident enough that he wouldn't be torn to shreds for it.

Ghost laid still. Then, he maneuvered himself so that he was now facing Evgeny, his intense dark eyes peeking through the eye sockets of his skull mask.

"You tell me." He uttered, holding Evgeny captive with his stare.

A fresh wave of musky cologne washed over Evgeny, filling his nostrils and lighting a fire in his chest. Ghost was inches away, practically breathing on him. All of the tension between them that had been building up during the week seemed to finally be coming to a head.

"I'd say you do, sir." Evgeny's eyes never left Ghost's. "Am I right?"

Instead of giving a verbal answer, Ghost placed his hand on Evgeny's shoulder. He gave it a gentle squeeze, then slowly moved his hand upward until his fingers met Evgeny's jaw.

Evgeny didn't dare move. Ghost's fingers were rough and calloused, yet cool against his skin as they cupped his face. Ghost stroked his thumb across his cheek, sending a small shiver down his spine.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Arvakov." Ghost murmured, his gaze wavering. "I'm nothing but trouble." 

A smile tugged on the corners of Evgeny's lips. "I like trouble." He said as he turned his head to kiss Ghost's palm.

Ghost let out an amused snort and slid his arm around around Evgeny's waist, pulling him flush against his body, holding him in an almost possessive manner. The ache inside of him grew. He longed to show Evgeny just how much he meant to him, but he was terrified—terrified that he'd end up losing him too.

No. The universe could do whatever it wanted to him, but he would not let it take Evgeny Arvakov away.