The Ghost of Task Force 141 [Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader]

Redressing Wounds

As the Jeep came to a stop, you were nudged awake by Soap. 

"Long night, eh?", he joked as he opened his Jeep door, it squeaking as he did so, and stepped out. 

You nodded, readjusting your mask, and propped up the night vision goggles drilled to your helmet. "Nothing more than the usual", you replied. 

Soap chuckled, before stepping out of your way as you hopped down from the Jeep, feet first, and turned to grab one of your packs from the floor. You now had realized Ghost had already left the Jeep.

"Mactavish", Ghost rumbled. 

You turned around, nearly jumping when you saw Ghost behind Soap. You never could get used to how quietly the burly man was able to move around. 

Soap turned to face him, "Ghost, so, tell me what happened". Soap was smirking, and verbally, and probably, almost physically nudging Ghost. 

Ghost simply stared at Soap, before sighing. "I did."

You walked away from the Jeep and shot Soap a quick raised eyebrow. He just winked back at you. "Come on. I need the details", he prodded, his accent heavy. 

You restrained yourself from rolling your eyes and dismissed yourself. Dealing with Soap can wait, as you already knew he was going to go to you for answers later. Ghost wasn't the type to elaborate unless it was really needed. 

The nap in the car was restful but left you groggy afterwards. Perhaps taking a shower and getting all of this grime and sweat off of you would wake you up. A nice warm shower to melt in did sound like basically heaven after crouching in the mud for hours. 

You looked up as you walked to your quarters. The sky was still cloudy, a dark-blue-grey was hanging heavy, and the wind was chilled, making your nose and cheeks flush from the cold. 

Even from the distance you were at, you could hear Soap and Ghost messing with each other, occasionally very audible swears. 

After discarding your gear in the appropriate places and getting changed into something most definitely more comfortable to sleep in, a tight-fitting black shirt, with black cargo pants to match, and some simple shoes, you headed out to go swipe some much-needed food. 

As you headed towards the cafeteria you saw Ghost walk out with Soap following behind, before stopping and turning around to face Soap.

"Fuck you, Mactavish", Ghost's voice is cold and gruff. 

You didn't doubt that Soap had been bothering Ghost since getting out of the Jeep. 

As you approached, you looked to where you had patched up Ghost earlier, wondering if his bandages needed to be changed. 

Soap noticed you and perked up, still smirking as he was earlier. 

"Splinter!", he drawled out, his rough accent coating his words. 

Ghost turned around, his arms were crossed, and he was looking very unamused

Your eyes lingered on Ghost, his gear for the most part was gone, as his skull mask still adorned his face. His entire head was wrapped, and still for the most part the only skin you could see was painted black around his eyes. Though now, he was wearing a tight-fitting shirt, similar to yours, except his sleeves cut off just below the elbows. To your surprise, you noticed a tattoo sleeve on his left arm, trailing down and ending at his wrist. You hadn't really seen Ghost in these types of garments, typically because you would only really meet Task Force 141 during missions. That and Ghost was usually off on missions simply for him or a few other people.