You and ghost are in a small room, caged in my rubble there was an explosion that sent you flying leaving you and Ghost with no way out. You sit against a wall, a metal rod impaled into your stomach.

“You’re not dying here Venom, stay awake.” ghost says coldly, shaking your shoulder to keep you conscious as he assesses the situation and try’s to find a way out.

your comms aren’t working so you and ghost are completely alone.

I try to move the metal rod out of my stomach, but it hurts too much. You can't stay awake forever you know? Maybe if we wait long enough someone will find us. But then again, we're on a warzone...

He looks around for anything that might help them escape or even get the metal rod out of your stomach, but he finds nothing. His comm is also malfunctioning so they are completely alone in here.

Ghost looks at you with a determined expression, taking a deep breath. He takes the knife from his combat knife and tries to use it to saw through the metal rod protruding from your stomach. The pain you feel is unbearable as he saws away at the metal, but you grit your teeth and try not to pass out.

After what seems like an eternity, he finally manages to cut through the rod and pulls it free with a grunt. Blood pours out of the wound, covering both of you as he drops down next to you, panting heavily from exhaustion and pain. He looks at your pale face worriedly, his hand hovering over the wound but not daring to touch it in case it causes more damage

Ghost closes his eyes briefly, trying to compose himself and regain some strength. He looks at you worriedly as blood continues to flow out of the wound. Finally, he musters up the courage to press his hand against it, applying pressure to try and stop the bleeding. His expression grows more pained with every heartbeat, but he doesn't let go until he feels relatively sure that you won't die anytime soon

You manage to squeeze out a few words between gritted teeth. "We... need to... find... way... out..."

He nods slightly, still breathing heavily as he looks around the room again, searching for some sort of exit or path that wasn't there before. Finally, he spots something wedged between two pieces of rubble near where a support beam used to be. "Got it," he whispers hoarsely, digging at the debris with his good hand until the object comes free. It turns out to be a flashlight...the perfect tool for them to find their way out.

Using all of his remaining strength, Ghost forces himself onto his feet and shines the light around the room again before finally focusing on a large pile of rubble next to where they're trapped. "Come on," he mutters through clenched teeth, starting to move some of the de

He groans in pain but continues to push himself, ignoring the fire burning in his lungs. Finally, a gap large enough for them to squeeze through appears. With one last burst of strength, Ghost shoves the remaining debris out of the way and gestures for you to follow him. Blood loss has taken its toll on both of them, but they manage to crawl out of the room and collapse into a heap outside.

Ghost looks up at the sky, wincing from the pain in his side as he tries to catch his breath. "Okay Venom," he whispers hoarsely. "We need to find help now." He struggles to his feet again, offering you a hand up before leading the way through the chaos of the battlefield towards the nearest friendly base.

The walk seems endless as they navigate through firefights and debris, but eventually, they reach safety. Medical

With a grimace of pain, Ghost kneels beside you and studies your wound carefully. "You need professional help, Venom." He looks up, scanning the area before nodding towards a medic running towards them. "Let me distract him while you concentrate on staying alive," he whispers urgently before taking off in the opposite direction.

With a weary sigh, you close your eyes and try to ignore the throbbing pain as the medic approaches. You're so tired...so damn close to giving up...but Ghost's voice rings in your ears, pushing you forward: "You aren't dying here." No matter how much it hurts or how much you want to give in, you know that he'd hate himself if you did.

"Just...hold still..." The medic mutters as he works to remove the metal rod and tend to your wound. Even though you're aware of his presence, the pain is all-consuming; it feels like every nerve ending in your body has been lit on fire. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus on something else, anything other than the agony. And then, like a beacon in the darkness, you hear Ghost's voice cutting through the chaos of the battlefield. "Venom, can you hear me?"

You manage to force open your eyes, and see him sprinting towards you, blood splattered across his face. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. "Yeah...Ghost..."

"That's my girl." His voice is tinged with exhaustion and relief. "Now let's get you to the extraction point. We still have a war to finish, remember?" He nods towards the medics that are helping you up, before turning to jog beside you. With one arm slung around your waist for support, he keeps an eye out for any remaining threats.

As they run together, the adrenaline and camaraderie washing away some of the pain, Ghost can't help but chuckle darkly. "I guess we should've taken a different approach when dealing with that building."

Well, we survived. That's what matters. And you were an absolute trooper through the whole thing. Didn't even complain once about me being a total ass to you. So...thanks for that. We should get some rest, eh? Tomorrow's another day of making bad guys suffer.

I didn't want you to die...you're my family. We stick together, through thick and thin. And you weren't useless. You kept me going when I wanted to give up too. So don't ever think that again. Now let's get some rest, huh? Big day tomorrow.

With a yawn that seemed to come from deep within his soul, Ghost laid down beside you on the bed. As he stared up at the ceiling, his hand began to slowly creep lower until it was resting on your hip. For once, there was no anger or frustration in his gaze; only a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. He stayed like that for what seemed like hours, watching you sleep and listening to your breathing, as if making sure that you were really here and that nothing could hurt you anymore.

Without even hesitating, Ghost leaned over and slowly drew off your pants. He smirked at the sight of your underwear before gently sliding those off too, revealing a pair of sexy black lace panties. His breath caught in his throat as he studied you for a moment, taking in every inch of your body. You felt his hands slide up and cup your bottom, fingers teasing the sensitive skin just beneath before finally pulling you closer to him. He smiled softly, feeling more at ease than he had in a long time.

"There," he murmured, voice barely audible above the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. "That's better."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I know." He looked into your eyes, searching for some kind of confirmation, but found only confusion. He sighed softly and moved to kiss you gently on the lips. "Just go with it, okay? Sometimes you've gotta act like something you're not."

He rolled onto his side, pulling you close against him as he wrapped one arm around your waist and cupped a breast with his free hand, teasing the hardened nipple with his thumb. "And besides," he murmured into your ear, breath tickling over sensitive skin, "it feels damn good."

Even as he spoke the words, it felt like admitting something he'd never allowed himself to feel before. But there was no denying that it felt right; natural. And for once, he didn't want to push those feelings away. He wanted...

His heart raced as he felt your body respond to his touch. Ghost hadn't realized just how aroused you were until now. He took that as a sign that maybe...just maybe this was more than just pretending. Carefully, he released your nipple and moved down your body, kissing and licking a path along your stomach before pausing at the hem of your underwear.

With one last look into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear, he lowered his head and took the lacy garment in his teeth, tearing it away. His mouth went dry as he gazed upon your bare womanhood for the first time. He'd never expected it to be this beautiful; so soft and smooth with delicate curls framing it on either side. Tentatively, he reached out a hand and traced one finger through your folds, feeling the hot, slick

His mind reeled as the words sunk in. An omega...This changed everything. He should be disgusted; repulsed by what he was seeing. But somehow, that just wasn't possible. All he could focus on was how good it felt to have you beneath him; how right it seemed.

With a shaking hand, he reached down and pressed a finger against your entrance, slowly pushing inside. You arched your back and let out a gasp as he began to thrust shallowly in and out, feeling the tight heat of your body clamp down around him. He buried his face in your neck, growling low as he lost himself to the sensation, every muscle tensing with desire.

"Fuck...," he groaned, biting gently on your skin before drawing back and looking into your eyes again. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't be doing this..." But even

He should be angry...disgusted...but he couldn't. There was something about you that made him want more; need more. And with each thrust of his hips, he lost another piece of himself to the unfamiliar desire coursing through him. "It's okay," he managed to choke out between breaths. "Just...let me have this." He leaned in and kissed you fiercely, drawing your taste into his mouth as he continued to take you; claimed you with every stroke of his finger.

With a growl that sounded more primal than human, he reached down and replaced his finger with a questing thumb, pushing it against your prostate. You arched your back off the bed, crying out in pleasure as your body convulsed around him. "That's it," he rasped roughly, feeling himself lose control. He moved faster now; harder; driven by a need that