Crazy Over You ~ Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

12. nothing!

a/n - yeah, i'm releasing two chapters back to back 😏 one more to come tonight!

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You curse yourself as you wake up late with a pounding headache. You chug a lot of water and take a long shower, trying to rid yourself of this hangover. Fuck, did you regret trying to outdrink Soap. You definitely won't do that again.

You feel a little better after you eat an MRE and drink water until it's dripping down your chin like you're a toddler. Thinking of what to do, you decide to check on Ghost and bring him some tea. You don't know how he likes it, and you didn't pay attention to how he made his, so you make do with what you had.

You put the kettle on the stove and set up cups with tea bags inside. Once the water boils, you pour the water over the tea and let it steep for a minute. There was no sugar, so it just had to do how it is. You also thought he could probably use a cigarette, so you brought some and a lighter.

You walk to Ghost's tent and hope he's awake.

"Hey," you smiled as you noticed he was awake, eyes... beaming with excitement? You don't know, but they were shiny, not dark and gloomy. "Brought you some tea. Don't know how you like it, and there wasn't any sweetener."

He takes it and reluctantly takes a few sips. "Piss poor tea, soldier."

You playfully scoff, "Well, Lieutenant, I'm sorry that it's not up to your standards."

He softly laughs, "It'll do for now... You just don't know how to make proper tea."

"Well, I brought cigarettes if you'd like one."

"I'd murder for a bloody cig, actually," he sits up, hiding his pain behind soft grunts.

"You'd murder for any damn reason, Lieutenant," you say, holding your hand out to help him.

You help him up and outside, even putting the cigarette between his lips. You take one yourself (sorry if you don't smoke, your poor lungs 😭) and light his first, then your own.

"Didn't know you smoked," he looked at you.

"Sometimes," you shrugged. "Need one after last night, anyway."

He cocks his eyebrow, intrigued.

"Soap and I chatted over drinks last night. God, I drank too much. Was trying to outdrink him."

"Bloody poor decision," he awkwardly laughed while taking a long drag off his cigarette, though he became stiffer in posture.

"Yeah, well, I know that now. Price had to pick us up."

"Couldn't understand him after he got so drunk. I woke up today with a fucking pounding headache. It was awful, never again," you continued.

You share what you think is comfortable silence until his tone changes, and he flicks his cigarette butt on the ground. "Just what is it between you two, y/n?"

You put yours out too, and furrow your eyebrows at him, confused, worried, anxious. What the fuck is up with this guy? "Nothing? We're... just friends, I think?"

"You think?"

"No, I mean... We are friends. But that's it. Why... Why do you care?"

His fists clenched tightly as he sucked in a breath, looking away. "'Cause, it would be inappropriate, soldier."

With that, he walks away inside his tent.

You scoff and look around like what the fuck? 

You go to chase him and then realize how pathetic you'd look, so you don't. Fucking hell, you two were just starting to get along. 

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A week goes by, and you spent your time doing paperwork, living day to day regularly, and waiting for the next mission. You even slid Ghost cards from under the tent every day. Just to show you still cared. What the fuck are you trying to prove?

Lately, everyone has spent their evenings in the common room watching movies together. Soap asked if you've seen Ghost lately, and ever since being accused of having a thing with Soap, you unconsciously started acting weird around him. "No, I visited him twice last week... But I've been giving him cards almost every day."

Soap nodded, seeming to sense the tension but respecting it.

"That's nice of you, kid," Price complimented you. 

"He asked me how you were doing," Gaz added. "Told him you've been fine, but busy."

"Oh..." you tried to focus on the movie, but really you were zoning out. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine."

"Sorry, I'm really tired, I'm going to bed early tonight," you got up and walked to your room, clearly embarrassed after talking about Ghost. It was probable to raise some questions, but you just hoped it would pass.

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