Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Eight

With your arms crossed in front of your bullet proof vest, you casually leaned against a supply box and watched how a unit of Los Vaqueros restocked on a fresh shipment of British ammo.

Some of the shipments guns were sponsored by the Americans, but since that could have caused issues on the open field, they were exclusively used to defend the American base.

Soap sat next to you on a box.

For the entire time now he looked at you in such a obviously annoying kind of way, a broad grin on his face, and refused to blink.

A sigh left your lips and your eyebrows knitted together as you had to accept that, no matter how much time passed, he would always be your annoying, air headed big brother.

"What?", you asked with a slight undertone of annoyance in your voice as you gifted him a kind of look that was supposed to make him fuck off.

His grin broadened.

"C'mon, twattie Mac'Twat, don't be such a cunt.", he huffed and leaned back to make himself comfortable. "Just say you're happy to see your big brother again."

You rolled your eyes.

"I just want to finish this job and get back to where I came from.", you scratched the back of your neck.

Warm weather wasn't what your skin nor your system was used to.

Most of the times you took care of internal terrorism issues that revolved around the safety of the UK population and the government.

Soap was the one who had decided to go overseas for jobs, since that was what Price had shown him early on in his career.

Rainy weather and high air moisture were what you were fond of.

Not that you hated to be in Mexico, it was beautiful country.

But you wanted to go home. Especially because authorities had promised you a break after the job with Hector.

Soap shrugged.

"You'll be out here in no time.", the Scot in him was more audible than you had expected. "Big brother Johnny is here to help you out, aye?"

After working many times with a few Brits and many Americans you had expected him to sound less like the kilt wearing man he was.

Secretly, you wondered if you had lost a piece of your origin, since your accent wasn't as thick as his, but noticeable if someone looked for it.

"I don't know if you're good help at all.", you teased with a grin. "The last time we worked together I had to pull you out of a trench."

He pulled a face.

"That was an accident."

"It was literally impossible to not see it."

"It was dark."

"You had night vision goggles."

His lips pressed into a thin line and annoyed prostest lit up in those blue eyes of his.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest in a snobby manner and raised his chin to meet you with almost childlike spite.

"You really can't give me an inch, can ya?", he asked while pulling a face and turned away.

Chucking, you shook your head.

"You're almost thirty.", you had to snort as you noticed his face fall at the realisation that he almost had reached his third decade of a lifetime. "Act like it."

A sound of protest escaped him.

"Don't pft at me!", you snarled, already questions yourself why you had agreed to work with him in the first place.

But before the two of you could rage a war of siblings on each other, steps made your head snap around in sync.

With one raise eyebrow, you check in with Soap to see if he heard it too.

His eyes locked with yours, bright blue and hard (E/C). They were so similar with their expressions and visible emotions yet not the same since you did not inherit your mothers eye colour.

Every time you looked into Johnny's eyes you found a piece of her in it.

It was both comforting to know she wasn't entirely gone yet so incredibly cruel to never be able to get fully rid of her.

"Are ya expecting someone?", you asked in a low voice.

His lips pressed into a thin line, he shook his head.

Both your eyes wandered to the corner of the storage unit that you had rounded to get some privacy for the family reunion.

A long, thick shadow stretched across the grey concrete.

It couldn't have been Price since he was about as silent as a mouse. Even though you were nightly skilled you still struggled to notice when he was around.

No, whenever was about to appear was heavier than Price, both wearing more clothes and also carrying more body weight.

It couldn't have been Alejandro nor Rudi since both were slim men of average weight.

That only left one person you weren't entirely familiar with.

"Lieutenant Riley!", you greeted the man with the skull mask as soon as he came into sight.

Not a word of greeting left his mouth, but you could see how his eyes moved.

He wasn't overly surprised that you had been able to identify him without seeing that quickly yet he acknowledged the skills that were needed to do so.

His gaze moved to your brother.

"We've got a mission, Johnny.", his voice was so rough that it was able to chase goosebumps all over your body. "On your feet."

In one swift moment, Soap jumped up and threw a glance over to you.

"Attaboy.", he said and gestured with his head for you to follow.

Your eyes moved to the Lieutenant.

"Do I have an invite to the party?", you asked with a smug smirk.

He looked at you, visibly displeased about the fact that he now had to deal with two MacTavish, both kind of annoying yet very different in their ways.

Granted, you knew that Johnny was one hand full to handle yet you were arrogant enough to believe that you weren't as much of a hassle.

"Affirmative, Lieutenant.", Ghost finally broke the silence and turned on his heel to walk off.

"Talkative.", you noted with a smirk.

Soap let out a huff.

"Just wait till he started to warm up to you.", he smirked sarcastically. "A real lover boy."

You had to laugh.