Faceless || Simon "Ghost" Riley X reader

good girl : chapter 8

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" Ghost shouts.

"Shit!" I say trying to cover myself with my arm. Ghost's gaze is throwing daggers at Alejandro as he stands up.

"No. Ghost, it's not like that." Alejandro says but it's too late. Ghost's hands are already around his shirt collar and he slams him against the bathroom wall.

"Ghost stop!" I plead.

"If you ever fucking touch her again, I will fucking kill you." Ghost growls staring into Alejandro's soul. I quickly get to my feet as soon as I see Ghost pulling his clenched fist back, getting ready to swing. I grab his arm in an attempt to stop him.

"Simon please stop! It wasn't like that!" He looks down at me, slowly lowering his right hand. "I didn't want to go looking for you because of what had happened. I'm sorry okay? I just wanted to take a shower. I promise that's all it was." I say crying. I was humiliated. I was naked and wounded in front of two men.

"Ghost, please. Nothing was going to happen." Alejandro says in a soft voice, trembling. We all stand there for a little while, Ghost looking at me, as I look between the two of them. Finally, Ghost removes his hand from Alejandro.

"Get out." Ghost says backing away from Alejandro, as he closes his eyes.

"I'll see you later amigos." Alejandro says before leaving our bathroom, closing the door behind him. Now it's just Ghost and I standing there in the bathroom, with me in nothing but my underwear.

"You should've gotten me." He says, his voice breaking. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I thought you'd be pissed off if I asked you for help. I didn't want you to think I'm helpless." I say, still crying. He looks over to me.

"Y/n, I apologize for how I acted." He pauses. "I just, I know how guys are. I don't want you getting hurt." I shake my head.

"They're not going to fucking hurt me. Alejandro would never, and I sure as hell know Luke would never even-"

"You don't know what Luke has done. Do you?" I look at him confused.

"What are you talking about?" I'm now crying even harder. He comes over to me, not once looking at my naked body, and holds his arms open gesturing for me to hug him. He looks painfully uncomfortable so I just turn my body away, still crying.

"Fuck, your shoulder." He says rushing out of the bathroom. I look at the back of my shoulder in the mirror and see my wound is now bleeding. Not a lot but enough to need to be cleaned again. Ghost comes in with a first aid kit. I step over a bit making room for him. "Towel." He says.

"What?"

"Cover yourself." He says. I reach over and grab a towel that was hanging from the towel rack and wrap it around my body. Once I'm covered he leans in close to my shoulder and begins to clean it. When he's done cleaning it, he replaces the gauze.

"I still need to shower though." I say to him feeling my tears dry up.

"I'll just replace it again." He says looking at me. He's so close, and the urge to touch him makes its way back to me. I don't give in this time, I just let him stare at me while I stare back. "Are you going to take a shower now?" He asks breaking me from my lustful thoughts.

"Yeah, I just. I might need your help."

"Then let me help you." He says softly.

"Okay," I whisper to him. He nods, stepping away from me, toward the shower. "Just please don't let it be weird," I beg. I think it's pathetic that I am once again, begging a man to not make it weird.