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

Undressing Wounds

Once awake, you looked over to Ghost. You already knew that Soap was still in bed, as his soft snoring was a dead giveaway, as well as the mattress still being sunken down by his weight. 

The towel you had initially laid on was off centered but was otherwise in the same place. The same could be said for Ghosts' but not Soaps'. His had somehow wrapped him, he looked more like a mummy. 

Ghost was still in the same position he had been when you had fallen asleep. Though now, his eyes were transfixed to the screen. 

"Did you even sleep at all?", you asked rubbing sleep from your eyes. 

"Mornin' to you too.", he grumbled. 

You brushed off his comment, "Well?", you prodded. 

Poking the metaphorical and not-so metaphorical bear might not be the best idea. Though you were mostly positive that he wasn't going to kill you. Mostly. 

He rolled his eyes, "Not like I could if I wanted to anyway."

You smiled a bit, "Not fancy enough for ya?"

"I prefer the floor."

You raised a brow, not entirely blaming him, as you, too, had grown accustomed to sleeping on the floor. Though, you could never turn down a mattress. 

"Well, you're in luck. We do have one in this room.", you replied, clearly sarcastic as you motioned to the fake hardwood flooring. 

His gaze slid over to you, burning holes with it. 

"Be my guest." He laid his hand flatly, gesturing to the floor beside the bed. 

"I'll take my chances on the mattress.", you replied with a smile. His eyes then return to the program.

You turn over and look at Soap. 

"Least someone's very satisfied with the bed", you mutter, before turning to the TV. "Anything interesting?"

"No."

You nod, noticing it was still on the News channel. 

"I'd change it, though that fucker still has the remote", Ghost gestured to Soap. It was obvious Soap was still clutching the remote like it was his lifeline. 

"Ah."

You slowly sit up, trying not to rustle Soap too much. You weren't sure how he was like in the morning and weren't prepared to find out. 

"Getting up?", Ghost asks flatly, turning his gaze back on you. 

A nod from you, and he moves his legs out of the way, allowing you to crawl off of the bed. 

Once your feet were planted on the ground, you stretched a bit before heading into the bathroom. 

You peeled off your clothes, before turning the dial for the shower. You tested the water temp with your hand and adjusting the dial until you liked how the water felt. Afterwards, you stepped in and melted underneath the water. It felt so refreshing to clean up after a long mission. 

After a few moments, you stepped out and wiped off the mirror, and thoroughly dried yourself, you slipped your clothes back on. New clothes would have to wait till you were back to your personal quarters unfortunately. 

You open the door, as the smell of coffee greets your nose. 

"Smells good."

Soap grunted, "Ay, it does.". He sipped his coffee, as he sat on the edge of the bed. Soap looked up at you, before widening his eyes. "Splinter, your nose."