Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

3. Some company

Soap was absolutely shitfaced by now. The table grew by a few people, now even more loud and messy. You look for Ghost but couldn't see him anywhere.

Approaching the table, you smile at Soap.

"AYE RED RIDER...NGH...RED RIDING...NO, RED COWGIRL! THE STAR OF THE SHOW!"

Dear. Lord.

" Hey birthday boy" you wink at him, trying to keep your cool.

He pushes Gaz aside so that you could sit down, and so you did. He gave you an innocent, questioning look that was asking you if he can put his arm around your shoulder. You nodded and put your Cowboy hat onto his mohawk.

"AYEEEEE CHECK ME OUT" he responded to that. Everyone else laughs. You liked this table.

"FROM SEARGANT TO COWBOY REAL QUICK!"

Seargant...So they are indeed military.

"Great show lass, you were fuckin' *hiccup* sorry... fuckin magnificient. Damn beautiful you are."
"So you're enjoying your birthday then?" you ask as you stroke his hand on your shoulder. His half-closed eyes freeze on your hand touching him.

"Sure am." he replies

Whilst Ghost is the one stuck in your head, this guy isn't too bad as well. You're just trying to get the engines going. Little flirt won't hurt.

He looks at you still and in that moment it's just the two of you. What if you settle for this one then? He's fine as well...Bit too drunk though, you think.

"Thank you for the show a-and sorry 'bout Ghost. Had to force him here really. Big guy's not really into all a that y'know."

Now we're talking.

"Oh Ghost, no problem. It can get quite hot for some, i'm used to men not being able to handle the heat."

Soap chuckles and drinks to that.

"If you don't mind me asking, birthday boy, whats up with the names? You're called Soap, i recall? And your friend he's Ghost? What about him over there then? Bathtub?" you point towards the bearded man.

Soap laughs "Actually, it's Price, lass..."

"Price, awesome!" you giggle.

"My real name's John, if you're more comfortable with that. It's a... thing, with the nicknames. Hard to explain."

"Well hello John, i'm Pearl" you say as you touch his shoulder.

"Pearl?"

"Yup, just call me Pearl"

The scot smiles and inspects your body now. You like the way his blue eyes look down. He's really handsome. Should you just...Should you? You definitely want to try your luck with the big guy though. You at least want to try. If he's not interested then you know that John will keep you good company tonight, and that's all you want by now.

"Where is this Ghost of yours, Johnny? I feel like I want to apologize to him, he was really not having it back there"

"Ghost? Good question, lass. His stuff's still here" he says as he turns to Price, who is taking his cigar and gets up.

Why are they all so goddamn big?

"Aye Captain, where's the Ghost?"

"Heading to him right now, why?" Price answers as he grabs his jacket.

Soap nods and looks back at you, letting go of your shoulder now. Think he knows that you fancy his teammate? You smile and whisper "Excuse me, I'll be back" into his ear. The scot fixes your cowboy hat still on his head and mumbles "Sure you will" as he takes another sip of his drink. You follow Price outside.