Our girl manages to find Ghost and the tension grows, my dear friends xx
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There he was. Finally you could look at him again. He stood outside smoking, looking at his phone. There's many people outside the venue, but he definitely stands out with his height.
Together with Price you walk towards him.
"Good to see you, Simon!" Price calls out.
Simon
There's those beautiful eyes again. The eyes that make you feel oh so small in an instant. He looks at you first, then over to Price as he puts his phone into the pocket of his jeans.
You soon stand next to them, Ghost on your left & Price on your right side.
The captain lights his cigar and then takes a look at you, checking you out.
"Came for a smoke as well?"
You snap out of your admiring-the-big-masked-man-stare and look at Price now.
"Oh I...left my cigarettes inside I'm afraid..." you stutter.
Price looks over at Ghost, who starts digging in his pockets & then continues to hand you his pack of cigarettes. You smile and mouth a "Thank you" as you take a single one out, your hands actually shaking while doing so.
What the fuck? Stop being so awkward.
Soon a big hand follows up and holds a lighter in front of your lips, ready to light your cigarette.
You glance up at the dark, lazy eyes looking down on you and cup the little flame in front of you in order to light your cig.
"Very kind" you say, as Ghost looks over to Price.
"How's Johnny holding up?" he asks him.
"Give him 1 more hour and we'll have to carry him and Gaz home tonight"
"Make it 30 minutes, Captain..."
It's quiet for a moment, the cold night air helping you sober up. You've certainly had one too many shots this night, trying to build up the courage to find Ghost.
"So, you're gonna take him home then, Simon?" Price says smugly
"Negative, sir" the Brit responds, staring straight ahead at the nightsky.
"Well one of us has to do it"
"It's not like we have plenty of cozy sofas to sleep on..." You say in a quiet, dry tone. (Trying so hard right now to keep your cool. Hoping for at least ONE of them to laugh.)
Price does laugh at that, Ghost only nodding.
"Sure are comfortable, cowgirl"
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
You're down bad for this man.
His deep, british accent makes you weak in your knees. You have to make him speak more, you crave for more.
"You like them?" you ask
Ghost leans his head back, blowing out the smoke before he throws his cigarette onto the ground and steps on it "They're solid"
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Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
FanfictionYou're an exhausted showgirl on one of many long nightshifts. What makes this one a little different? It's a certain scottish mans birthday and the one thing he wished for was to finish it off in a burlesque club with his fellow teammates. --- I'VE...
