Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Thirteen

A curse left your lips.

This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

You had to show yourself, there was no question about it.

Yet, if you were seen with a drawn weapon, they would fill you up with bullets before you could press out a single word.

Yet again, you made you feel sick to the stomach to face a man of the cartel unarmed.

No matter what option you chose, it wasn't a pretty one.

Your intrusive thoughts won.

Out of reflex, you let your knife drop to the floor and kicked it towards the way you had come from.

That way it slipped out of sight yet it would be a good indicator for Ghost what was going on.

"Show yourself!", Pablo called out.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and put on the best show of your life.

"Please don't shoot!", you asked in Spanish and walked out of hiding, both hands raised.

The man in the Hawaiian shirt looked you up and down.

He held a gun in his hand. But the barrel was pointed towards the floor.

"Who are you?", he asked with aggression showing on his tanned face. "What are you doing here?!"

Playing scared, you pulled in your head and avoided his eyes.

This was just like facing a barking dog. Looking a predator in the eyes was just unnecessary provocation.

You had to appear obedient and not act like a threat.

It was most likely that he was east to irritate as well. And since most members of the cartel were also avid drug consumers, his temper would probably also play a big part in you getting away with your head attached to your shoulders.

"Please don't shoot me.", you repeated and took a step back. "I'm just waiting for my... my lover."

With one eyebrow raised, he had to grin.

"Your lover?", he asked and tilted his head while the men around him also grinned broadly. "Why would you wait for your lover in a church?"

As he asked, you did not dare to look up nor answer.

It wasn't all prim and proper yet you could understand where that question came from.

There was no need to come to a church on the day of the dead to wait for a lover. Surely, no sane person would have thought about praying to the dead.

With a threatening smile on his face and a gun in his hand, Pablo came closer to bend down and try to meet your eyes.

You pulled your head in, not because you were intimidated but because you had everything you needed.

He clearly was the man you've been looking for and now that you had confirmation on his identity you could retreat until Ghost joined.

"I'll just leave.", you whispered in Spanish and tried to take a few steps back.

But Pablo had other plans.

All of a sudden his hand shot forward in an attempt to wrap around your neck.

Your solider senses kicked in.

In one swift movement, you jumped back and took a defensive position.

His eyes widened in surprise. A smirk appeared on his face.

"You're American.", he said in English, a thick accent making his tongue sound heavy.

Insulted, you pulled a face.

But this wasn't the time to complain. You had to get out of this place as quickly as possible.

The other men who sat on the benches started to get up.

With their guns pointed at you, they lined up.

"I don't want any trouble.", you tried to lie your way out.

This was a very difficult situation since you were basically unarmed. And even with a knife, this would have been the day you'd die.

You didn't dare to move since every slight thing could have caused the men to react with aggression.

The door was too far away to take chances.

Faint noises chased through the corridor.

A low groan escaped you.

Now there was no way out, not forth nor back.

With a smirk, you relaxed, let out a huff and just shrugged.

"Well, guess I'm dead.", you chuckled and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Confused, Pablo frowned and threw a glance over his shoulder to check in with his men.

They were just as confused as he was, yet slightly more aggressive. It was obvious why he was the leader since his temper seemed to be more manageable.

El sin nombre must be a smart woman if she had such a good eye to chose a man with less temper and more brains. Usually, cartels picked whoever was willing to do the most and were loyal to the cause, either through fear or believes.

This was something you needed to keep in mind. It would probably be important later on.

But no matter who faced you, you still had an ace up your sleeve.

Steps approached.

They were quick, yet so silent you could barely hear them yourself.

No member of the cartel would have been so careful while approaching since this was their territory.

"Why are you smiling?", Pablo asked with narrowed eyes and pointed his gun at you. "Do you think I'm funny?!"

The steps came even closer. They were almost so loud that even Pablo must have been able to hear them as well.

If only he wouldn't have been so consumed with feeling irritated by your grin.

In a calming manner you raised your hands to show that there was nothing to worry about you and took the opportunity to take one step back, closer to the door.

A shadow crossed the corner of your eyes.

Satisfied, you let out a deep breath.

"I'm not trying to offend anyone.", you took one last step to finally reach the arch of the door. "But I'll have the last laugh."

The steps were now so close that the hairs in the back of your neck stood up straight.

Anger lit up inside Pablo's eyes. The barrel of Pablo's gun was pointed at you.

You thought the he was about to put a bullet in your head as a hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and yanked you to the side.