@wraithxghost.bsky.social
Ghost x Wraith (OC). I accept suggestions 😙
28, French, she/her. Trying to fix things by writing. It works.
28, French, she/her. Trying to fix things by writing. It works.
He nudged her knee with his. “I’ll do my best not to get shot, then.”
She muttered something in French under her breath, but didn’t pull away. And Ghost—well.
He’d never been happier to promise anything in his life.
She muttered something in French under her breath, but didn’t pull away. And Ghost—well.
He’d never been happier to promise anything in his life.
March 6, 2025 at 4:32 PM
He nudged her knee with his. “I’ll do my best not to get shot, then.”
She muttered something in French under her breath, but didn’t pull away. And Ghost—well.
He’d never been happier to promise anything in his life.
She muttered something in French under her breath, but didn’t pull away. And Ghost—well.
He’d never been happier to promise anything in his life.
She stiffened, scowling. “That’s not what I said.”
He leaned in, enjoying how she froze. “That’s what you meant.”
She huffed, looking away. “Not my fault if you infer things incorrectly.”
Ghost chuckled, warmth blooming in his chest. She’d never say it outright, not yet—but she didn’t have to.
He leaned in, enjoying how she froze. “That’s what you meant.”
She huffed, looking away. “Not my fault if you infer things incorrectly.”
Ghost chuckled, warmth blooming in his chest. She’d never say it outright, not yet—but she didn’t have to.
March 6, 2025 at 4:32 PM
She stiffened, scowling. “That’s not what I said.”
He leaned in, enjoying how she froze. “That’s what you meant.”
She huffed, looking away. “Not my fault if you infer things incorrectly.”
Ghost chuckled, warmth blooming in his chest. She’d never say it outright, not yet—but she didn’t have to.
He leaned in, enjoying how she froze. “That’s what you meant.”
She huffed, looking away. “Not my fault if you infer things incorrectly.”
Ghost chuckled, warmth blooming in his chest. She’d never say it outright, not yet—but she didn’t have to.
She gave a sharp nod. “Yes.” A pause. Then, still avoiding his gaze, she added, “Wouldn’t like it.”
Ghost set his rifle down, turning toward her fully. “You wouldn’t like it,” he repeated, voice low, teasing.
“No.”
“Sounds an awful lot like you’d be sad, love.”
Ghost set his rifle down, turning toward her fully. “You wouldn’t like it,” he repeated, voice low, teasing.
“No.”
“Sounds an awful lot like you’d be sad, love.”
March 6, 2025 at 4:32 PM
She gave a sharp nod. “Yes.” A pause. Then, still avoiding his gaze, she added, “Wouldn’t like it.”
Ghost set his rifle down, turning toward her fully. “You wouldn’t like it,” he repeated, voice low, teasing.
“No.”
“Sounds an awful lot like you’d be sad, love.”
Ghost set his rifle down, turning toward her fully. “You wouldn’t like it,” he repeated, voice low, teasing.
“No.”
“Sounds an awful lot like you’d be sad, love.”
She nodded, avoiding his eyes. Then, still in that same awkward, forced tone—
“I’ve decided I would be… moderately displeased if you got shot.”
Silence.
Ghost just stared at her, biting back a grin. “Moderately displeased?”
“I’ve decided I would be… moderately displeased if you got shot.”
Silence.
Ghost just stared at her, biting back a grin. “Moderately displeased?”
March 6, 2025 at 4:32 PM
She nodded, avoiding his eyes. Then, still in that same awkward, forced tone—
“I’ve decided I would be… moderately displeased if you got shot.”
Silence.
Ghost just stared at her, biting back a grin. “Moderately displeased?”
“I’ve decided I would be… moderately displeased if you got shot.”
Silence.
Ghost just stared at her, biting back a grin. “Moderately displeased?”
A slow inhale, then an exhale, like she was thinking about something too hard.
He waited.
And then, finally—
“I’ve decided something,” she announced, stiff, as if she was forcing the words out.
Ghost glanced at her, amused. “Yeah?”
He waited.
And then, finally—
“I’ve decided something,” she announced, stiff, as if she was forcing the words out.
Ghost glanced at her, amused. “Yeah?”
March 6, 2025 at 4:32 PM
A slow inhale, then an exhale, like she was thinking about something too hard.
He waited.
And then, finally—
“I’ve decided something,” she announced, stiff, as if she was forcing the words out.
Ghost glanced at her, amused. “Yeah?”
He waited.
And then, finally—
“I’ve decided something,” she announced, stiff, as if she was forcing the words out.
Ghost glanced at her, amused. “Yeah?”
“I am trying.”
Ghost’s chest ached.
He nudged her leg with his boot, voice softer now. “I know.”
And that was enough.
Ghost’s chest ached.
He nudged her leg with his boot, voice softer now. “I know.”
And that was enough.
March 5, 2025 at 12:01 PM
“I am trying.”
Ghost’s chest ached.
He nudged her leg with his boot, voice softer now. “I know.”
And that was enough.
Ghost’s chest ached.
He nudged her leg with his boot, voice softer now. “I know.”
And that was enough.
“You’re free, Wraith,” he murmured. “You just gotta let yourself feel it.”
She curled her fingers around the blade’s handle, her grip steady—thoughtful.
Then, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it—
She curled her fingers around the blade’s handle, her grip steady—thoughtful.
Then, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it—
March 5, 2025 at 12:01 PM
“You’re free, Wraith,” he murmured. “You just gotta let yourself feel it.”
She curled her fingers around the blade’s handle, her grip steady—thoughtful.
Then, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it—
She curled her fingers around the blade’s handle, her grip steady—thoughtful.
Then, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it—
She hesitated. “…No.”
Ghost hummed. “Sounds like freedom to me, love.”
Wraith stared at him, something wavering in her expression.
Like she wanted to believe him.
Like she wasn’t sure if she could.
Ghost flipped the knife expertly in his hand before handing it back to her.
Ghost hummed. “Sounds like freedom to me, love.”
Wraith stared at him, something wavering in her expression.
Like she wanted to believe him.
Like she wasn’t sure if she could.
Ghost flipped the knife expertly in his hand before handing it back to her.
March 5, 2025 at 12:01 PM
She hesitated. “…No.”
Ghost hummed. “Sounds like freedom to me, love.”
Wraith stared at him, something wavering in her expression.
Like she wanted to believe him.
Like she wasn’t sure if she could.
Ghost flipped the knife expertly in his hand before handing it back to her.
Ghost hummed. “Sounds like freedom to me, love.”
Wraith stared at him, something wavering in her expression.
Like she wanted to believe him.
Like she wasn’t sure if she could.
Ghost flipped the knife expertly in his hand before handing it back to her.
Ghost didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached out, taking the knife from her hands.
She let him.
That alone was proof of something.
He studied the blade, then tilted his head. “You’re sittin’ here, yeah?”
Wraith frowned slightly. “Yes.”
“With me.”
A beat. “Yes.”
“Nobody made you.”
She let him.
That alone was proof of something.
He studied the blade, then tilted his head. “You’re sittin’ here, yeah?”
Wraith frowned slightly. “Yes.”
“With me.”
A beat. “Yes.”
“Nobody made you.”
March 5, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Ghost didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached out, taking the knife from her hands.
She let him.
That alone was proof of something.
He studied the blade, then tilted his head. “You’re sittin’ here, yeah?”
Wraith frowned slightly. “Yes.”
“With me.”
A beat. “Yes.”
“Nobody made you.”
She let him.
That alone was proof of something.
He studied the blade, then tilted his head. “You’re sittin’ here, yeah?”
Wraith frowned slightly. “Yes.”
“With me.”
A beat. “Yes.”
“Nobody made you.”
He watched her, the way her fingers moved with precision, the way her expression barely changed. Like it was just another fact—nothing worth reacting to.
He exhaled. “You do now.”
She gave him a small, knowing look. “Do I?”
He exhaled. “You do now.”
She gave him a small, knowing look. “Do I?”
March 5, 2025 at 12:01 PM
He watched her, the way her fingers moved with precision, the way her expression barely changed. Like it was just another fact—nothing worth reacting to.
He exhaled. “You do now.”
She gave him a small, knowing look. “Do I?”
He exhaled. “You do now.”
She gave him a small, knowing look. “Do I?”
They were sitting outside, away from base, the quiet hum of the night settling around them. Wraith was cleaning her knives—an unconscious ritual, methodical and familiar.
Then, without looking up—
“I do not know what it is like to be free.”
Ghost’s hands stilled.
Then, without looking up—
“I do not know what it is like to be free.”
Ghost’s hands stilled.
March 5, 2025 at 12:01 PM
They were sitting outside, away from base, the quiet hum of the night settling around them. Wraith was cleaning her knives—an unconscious ritual, methodical and familiar.
Then, without looking up—
“I do not know what it is like to be free.”
Ghost’s hands stilled.
Then, without looking up—
“I do not know what it is like to be free.”
Ghost’s hands stilled.
Ghost exhales. Sets the knife down. Clenches his jaw.
He’ll never forgive the people who made her this way.
Who stole what could have been. Who turned a child into a weapon and called it success.
But he’ll spend the rest of his days proving they didn’t succeed.
He’ll never forgive the people who made her this way.
Who stole what could have been. Who turned a child into a weapon and called it success.
But he’ll spend the rest of his days proving they didn’t succeed.
March 4, 2025 at 4:10 PM
Ghost exhales. Sets the knife down. Clenches his jaw.
He’ll never forgive the people who made her this way.
Who stole what could have been. Who turned a child into a weapon and called it success.
But he’ll spend the rest of his days proving they didn’t succeed.
He’ll never forgive the people who made her this way.
Who stole what could have been. Who turned a child into a weapon and called it success.
But he’ll spend the rest of his days proving they didn’t succeed.
She’s odd. Unconventional. Socially unadapted. But she cares, even if she doesn’t know how to show it.
She brings him trinkets. She steals his things. She lingers, stays close, even when it’s unfamiliar, uncomfortable.
She chooses him.
And that—
That means something.
She brings him trinkets. She steals his things. She lingers, stays close, even when it’s unfamiliar, uncomfortable.
She chooses him.
And that—
That means something.
March 4, 2025 at 4:10 PM
She’s odd. Unconventional. Socially unadapted. But she cares, even if she doesn’t know how to show it.
She brings him trinkets. She steals his things. She lingers, stays close, even when it’s unfamiliar, uncomfortable.
She chooses him.
And that—
That means something.
She brings him trinkets. She steals his things. She lingers, stays close, even when it’s unfamiliar, uncomfortable.
She chooses him.
And that—
That means something.
How she tries—God, she tries—but some things are just ingrained too deep.
She doesn’t flinch at pain.
Doesn’t expect kindness.
Doesn’t know how to be anything but what they made her.
And yet—
She is more.
More than the sum of their cruelty.
More than the weapon they forged.
She doesn’t flinch at pain.
Doesn’t expect kindness.
Doesn’t know how to be anything but what they made her.
And yet—
She is more.
More than the sum of their cruelty.
More than the weapon they forged.
March 4, 2025 at 4:10 PM
How she tries—God, she tries—but some things are just ingrained too deep.
She doesn’t flinch at pain.
Doesn’t expect kindness.
Doesn’t know how to be anything but what they made her.
And yet—
She is more.
More than the sum of their cruelty.
More than the weapon they forged.
She doesn’t flinch at pain.
Doesn’t expect kindness.
Doesn’t know how to be anything but what they made her.
And yet—
She is more.
More than the sum of their cruelty.
More than the weapon they forged.
How she never understood comfort, warmth, love.
Because she was never given any.
He thinks about the things she’s done. The assassinations. The years of killing without hesitation, because that’s what they built her for.
Thinks about how she still holds herself apart, even now.
Because she was never given any.
He thinks about the things she’s done. The assassinations. The years of killing without hesitation, because that’s what they built her for.
Thinks about how she still holds herself apart, even now.
March 4, 2025 at 4:10 PM
How she never understood comfort, warmth, love.
Because she was never given any.
He thinks about the things she’s done. The assassinations. The years of killing without hesitation, because that’s what they built her for.
Thinks about how she still holds herself apart, even now.
Because she was never given any.
He thinks about the things she’s done. The assassinations. The years of killing without hesitation, because that’s what they built her for.
Thinks about how she still holds herself apart, even now.
When they honed her into something cold, efficient, lethal.
He’s seen the scars. The ones that don’t come from battle. The ones that tell a different story—of training, of discipline, of punishment.
He’s heard the way she talks about emotions—like they’re weaknesses. Distractions.
He’s seen the scars. The ones that don’t come from battle. The ones that tell a different story—of training, of discipline, of punishment.
He’s heard the way she talks about emotions—like they’re weaknesses. Distractions.
March 4, 2025 at 4:10 PM
When they honed her into something cold, efficient, lethal.
He’s seen the scars. The ones that don’t come from battle. The ones that tell a different story—of training, of discipline, of punishment.
He’s heard the way she talks about emotions—like they’re weaknesses. Distractions.
He’s seen the scars. The ones that don’t come from battle. The ones that tell a different story—of training, of discipline, of punishment.
He’s heard the way she talks about emotions—like they’re weaknesses. Distractions.
He’s pieced it together over time.
Scraps of information. Slip-ups. The way she speaks about her past in that detached, clinical way—like it was just another mission, another job, not her own life.
Like she wasn’t a child when they took her.
When they stripped her of softness. Of safety.
Scraps of information. Slip-ups. The way she speaks about her past in that detached, clinical way—like it was just another mission, another job, not her own life.
Like she wasn’t a child when they took her.
When they stripped her of softness. Of safety.
March 4, 2025 at 4:10 PM
He’s pieced it together over time.
Scraps of information. Slip-ups. The way she speaks about her past in that detached, clinical way—like it was just another mission, another job, not her own life.
Like she wasn’t a child when they took her.
When they stripped her of softness. Of safety.
Scraps of information. Slip-ups. The way she speaks about her past in that detached, clinical way—like it was just another mission, another job, not her own life.
Like she wasn’t a child when they took her.
When they stripped her of softness. Of safety.
It sinks into the wall an inch from his head.
Ghost huffs a quiet chuckle.
Yeah.
She’s settled just fine.
Ghost huffs a quiet chuckle.
Yeah.
She’s settled just fine.
March 4, 2025 at 3:29 PM
It sinks into the wall an inch from his head.
Ghost huffs a quiet chuckle.
Yeah.
She’s settled just fine.
Ghost huffs a quiet chuckle.
Yeah.
She’s settled just fine.
Ghost exhales.
Wraith glances up. Catches him watching.
Raises a brow. “What?”
Ghost shakes his head.
“Just thinkin’.”
She tilts her head. Curious. “About what?”
He considers it.
Then—
Just smirks.
“How much of a menace you’ve become.”
Wraith narrows her eyes.
Throws the knife—
Wraith glances up. Catches him watching.
Raises a brow. “What?”
Ghost shakes his head.
“Just thinkin’.”
She tilts her head. Curious. “About what?”
He considers it.
Then—
Just smirks.
“How much of a menace you’ve become.”
Wraith narrows her eyes.
Throws the knife—
March 4, 2025 at 3:29 PM
Ghost exhales.
Wraith glances up. Catches him watching.
Raises a brow. “What?”
Ghost shakes his head.
“Just thinkin’.”
She tilts her head. Curious. “About what?”
He considers it.
Then—
Just smirks.
“How much of a menace you’ve become.”
Wraith narrows her eyes.
Throws the knife—
Wraith glances up. Catches him watching.
Raises a brow. “What?”
Ghost shakes his head.
“Just thinkin’.”
She tilts her head. Curious. “About what?”
He considers it.
Then—
Just smirks.
“How much of a menace you’ve become.”
Wraith narrows her eyes.
Throws the knife—
The way she lingered near him.
The way she listened.
The way she let him in, even when she struggled with everyone else.
And now—
Now she steals his things. Sleeps in his bed when he’s gone.
Lets him touch her without flinching.
Hugs him, sometimes. Clumsy, hesitant, but real.
Progress.
The way she listened.
The way she let him in, even when she struggled with everyone else.
And now—
Now she steals his things. Sleeps in his bed when he’s gone.
Lets him touch her without flinching.
Hugs him, sometimes. Clumsy, hesitant, but real.
Progress.
March 4, 2025 at 3:29 PM
The way she lingered near him.
The way she listened.
The way she let him in, even when she struggled with everyone else.
And now—
Now she steals his things. Sleeps in his bed when he’s gone.
Lets him touch her without flinching.
Hugs him, sometimes. Clumsy, hesitant, but real.
Progress.
The way she listened.
The way she let him in, even when she struggled with everyone else.
And now—
Now she steals his things. Sleeps in his bed when he’s gone.
Lets him touch her without flinching.
Hugs him, sometimes. Clumsy, hesitant, but real.
Progress.