Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Nineteen

"I'll take left, you go right.", you gestured towards the two corridors that led away from the back door. "We meet back here in ten."

You turned to walk away. But you barely made it two steps.

Ghost's hand grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you back in one quick movement.

A small noise of surprise escaped you.

"I don't think this is a well thought through plan.", he said and pulled you into the direction he deemed better.

You pulled away.

"The situation seems relaxed, we'll be faster on our own."

He stopped for a second.

A deep breath made his large chest shiver while he allowed himself to make a sound of slight annoyance.

"You're a MacTavish.", he just said. "Come along."

For a moment, you looked at him with one eyebrow raised and a slight offended look on your face.

"What the hell does my last name have to do with...", you sucked in a breath. "Actually, forget that. You wanna do team work? Fine, let's team up. Lead the way."

For a second he eyed you before simply nodding.

Wrapped in silence, the two of you walked along the wall, eyes fixed onto the shadows that danced across the floor from the distance.

Ghost came to an abrupt stop.

You put a hand on his shoulder to silently ask what was going on.

He raised a hand a signed for you to lean against the other wall and take a look into the room that was ahead.

Carefully, you stretched your neck, eyes narrowed.

A hand full of people sat on couches. They laughed and dank with suspiciously young looking women danced for them.

It looked like a party more or less, yet with less drugs.

"Narcos.", you confirmed with a nod.

Ghost dared to take a look as well.

Both of you were dressed to appear like one of them, yet it was always risky to mingle with criminals.

"You speak Spanish, MacTavish.", Ghost said and pushed his gun to hide it up his jacket like a real criminal would do.

You hummed.

"You should shed that mask.", you recommended.

"No chance."

"What, you think you can just go in there looking like this and they just roll with it?"

He slightly shook his head while his hand slid into one of his pockets to pull out a necklace.

Confused by the sight, you frowned.

"What's that?", you snatched the jewellery from his hand.

"We had El Sin Nombre a while back. Johnny kept this. As a trophy."

You frowned, not trying to hide the irritation that you felt.

"And you want to wear that?", you shook it to make the small beads jiggle. "If they see one of us with that they'll shoot us before you can groan."

"Or we can try and use it as a decoy. She gave this to us, new members. As a token of trust."

For a moment, you started at him, eyebrows knitted together.

"Fine.", you put it on yourself.

"I'll take it.", Ghost's hand wrapped around yours to keep you from running ahead.

His hand was large, just the way it would be expected from a man of his size. There was strength in his grip, made it harsh and firm, almost like a warning.

Yet he had no intentions of causing damage.

At least not yet.

"I'll manage.", you pulled away from his grip. "Let me do the talking. Just please make sure nobody puts a bullet to my head."

You turned.

But as soon as the light of the other room touched your face, Ghost grabbed you again, by the shoulders this time, and pulled you back with such force that you lost your footing.

Surprised, you stumbled back, hands behind your back for protection, as you hit something hard.

Muscles tensed under the touch of your palm.

Immediately, heat chased through your head and made your cheeks glow.

With your hands crossed behind your back you stood pressed against Ghost's chest while his hands lay on your shoulders in a warning manner.

His muscles pressed into your hands and reacted with every move you did.

The first time you had seen Ghost he had been geared up for direct combat.

It didn't come as a surprise that he felt solid and muscular under your touch, but even you hadn't expected it to be so defined.

He wasn't just well trained, he was ripped.

Out of curiosity, you leaned further into his chest to allow your fingers to draw along the curves that his abs pressed into the fabric of his loosely fitted shirt.

He sucked in a deep breath, his grip on your shoulders tightened in a warning manner.

"I should take the necklace.", he managed to say in a unusually hoarse voice and a low sound stuck in his throat. "Just to be safe."

As the words reached your ears, you snapped back to reality.

"Don't underestimate me.", you pushed yourself off him. "I appreciate your loyalty towards my brothers wishes, but I don't want to be protected."

For a moment he stared at you in silence. Then his eyes moved to the side.

He seemed annoyed again. Or at least uninterested in this conversation.

The expression made you groan slightly.

With yours hands on your hips and your eyes squeezed shut you rubbed the back of your neck for a moment until the tension was gone.

"I won't argue with you over this, Riley.", you turned on your heel. "Let's not waste any time. We've got a mission to finish."

Muffled sounds reached your ears.

It was a mix between a groan and the roll of eyes before steps finally sounded.

Ghost's shadow fell over you like a cloak of darkness. Somehow, it made you feel like a barrier locked around you, kept you safe.

"You do the talking.", Ghost said and grabbed your visible gun to hide it in his jeans. "I'll make sure we get out of there alive."

A slim smile appeared on your face.

It was good to know that if anything happened you were backed up by a giant that looked about as approachable as death itself.