Crazy Over You ~ Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

5. confrontation

That night, as usual, everyone is together eating in the common room. This time watching an episode of Friends. Price clears his throat.

"Well, I got to say," he finishes chewing his food. "Nice work, y/n. Sorry to do this to you, Ghost, but Ghost compliments you on your shot."

You feel your cheeks get hot and hope you're not blushing, "Well, thank you."

Ghost huffed.

"Ghost?" you look at him, ready to compliment him back but he slams his plate and walks away.

Everyone stops eating and just... stares questionably at each other.

"Well then," Price chuckled.

"Jeez, somethin's crawled up his arse, I tell ya," Soap added.

Gaz softly laughed at Soap's remark, and Ghost walks back in, cigarette in hand, walking outside.

"What's fuckin' funny?" Ghost questions.

"Oi, just talkin' bout you havin' something stuck up your arse, L.T.," Soap smiled, holding back his laugh.

"Fuck off, the lot of you," Ghost spat as he slammed the door, quick to make eye contact with you.

You want to like Ghost, but he's almost unbearable to be around. One minute he's okay, next he's a proper dick. You decide to walk outside to confront him.

"Hey," you chirp. "Not trying to-"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he got in your face, blowing a cloud of smoke. "You do well on one mission and think you're hot shit? You don't know the half of it, y/n."

You shake your head, trying to find words. "You're right! Honestly, I don't want to know! Okay! I'm not used to this, but I am trying my best, Lieutenant."

His fists clench and unclench as he walks away from you, breathing hard. "You survived the first mission, congratu-fucking-lations." he laughed as he shook his head.

Your mouth opens and closes as you search for what to say. You're almost hurt by Ghost's disbelief in you, does he think you're fragile?

"Was it Price telling me your compliment? Is it because I'm a woman? Huh? You just think I'll be KIA and-"

"You'll wish you were when you start to see the shit we see regularly, darlin'."

Your face quickly turns into a frown as your eyes begin to water slightly, turning around grabbing the doorknob, and shaking your head.

"Fuckin' hell, I... I'm sorry," he whispers as you walk away, slamming the door, not caring what he has to say.

Tears threatening to fall from the corner of your eyes, you tail it to your room. Worry contorts everyone's face as they watch you walk away while Ghost enters.

"The fuck did you say to her, L.T?" Soap confronted him.

"Don't worry about it, MacTavish," Ghost spat, shoving past him.

--

You sit on the floor of the shower thinking, letting the hot water fall over you. As you expected, you felt rejected, even if it was only by Ghost. You don't know why you sought his approval so much, but what he said bothered you - got under your skin.

You don't know how long you were in there, nor do you care. It was getting too late, and you needed your sleep, but needed to calm down even more. You ignored the knocks on your door, not wanting to risk confrontation with Ghost. It'd probably be better if you just ignored him for a few days, or at least until you'd be forced to work with him again.

You take deep breaths until you relaxed and step out of the shower. Drying off, you take a look in the mirror, starting to doubt yourself, wonder why you're here or if you really can handle it.

Finally, the tears stop. You're able to drift off to sleep somewhat peacefully, not looking forward to the next day honestly. You didn't know if you had plans, but you were waking up early regardless and were going to stay in the gym until your body gave out, you knew that much. You curse yourself for following Ghost outside, and as you realize you're going to get a little under 7 hours of sleep and damn him. 

--