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

The Informant

You kept your eyes closed for a little while longer despite your mind already being awake. The bed was warm, and something was wrapping you tight. For a little while longer, you relished in the feeling. 

Eventually, you peeked open your eyes only to see Ghost in front of you. Not exactly Ghosts' face per se, but his chest. Your cheek was pressed against the fabric of his shirt, and he was stiff as a pole. You were snuggled into him, and Soap wasn't too far away. 

You shifted your head to see that Ghost was still sleeping soundly. His chest was rising and falling slowly, taking you with it. His arms were gripped around you in a protective stance, making it hard for you to move around. Not that you really wanted to anyway. His legs intertwined with yours, one being thrown over the top of yours, the other was snug between your thighs. 

Your cheeks heated slightly; it was certainly a position to be in. 

After turning your head to the left quite a ways, you noticed Soap was in a rather peculiar position. Seems it was his sleeping habit to find any weird position possible, and then sleep like a rock. 

His legs were thrown wildly around the bed, one slightly leaning off of the side, the other was thrown over Ghosts'. His arms were no different, one was tucked underneath his pillow, while it's counterpart rested under Ghosts' face. Or, mask, rather. 

You pursed your lips to keep yourself from waking either of them, instead opting to pull the blanket up over yourself a bit more. After closing your eyes to feign ignorance and innocence, you waited until either of them woke up. 

Ghost was the first to stir, which didn't surprise you. He let out a deep breath once he was awake, sounding like a sigh. You heard and felt his head tip down to look at you, before sliding over to Soaps' position. 

He breathily laughed, his chest and stomach bouncing slightly as he did. 

You were trying so hard not to smile as you examined the back of your eyelids. 

Soap then stirred, and you knew that he immediately looked in Ghosts' direction, who was actively staring him down. 

"What?", Soaps' voice grumbled and crackled, and was lower than usual. 

"Shh", Ghost warned, his eyes flicking down to you then back to Soap. Soap raised an eyebrow before checking his surroundings. 

"You sleep weird as fuck," Ghost whispered. 

Soaps' accent was thick, "Get tae fuck, arsepiece," he mumbled, before getting up and yanking his hand out from underneath Ghosts' head. 

"Fer' fucks' sake. Speak English, Johnny," Ghost shook his head, his tone was teasing. 

Soap cracked his neck as he rose from the bed, and you immediately felt the mattress rise with his absence. 

"I said, 'fuck off', more or less.", he grumbled as he stretched. You heard a few pops from his direction. 

"Right. Remind me ta' bring a damn dictionary next time," Ghost moved around in his position, removing his arms from around you. 

Soap laughed, and walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

You opened your eyes, "You two sure are somethin'."

Ghosts' gaze immediately turned from the door to you as he looked down. 

"Ya heard all that?"

You sat up, tossing the blanket off of you and onto Ghost. "Perhaps."

As your feet touched the floor, you immediately hurried over to your duffel bag, and grabbing out a change of clothes, exactly the same as Ghost and Soaps'. You switched standing on either foot, as the cold flooring bit at the soles of your feet.