Crazy Over You ~ Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

21. dirty mouth

A/N - drama, am I right? 😳🫢*sigh* guys ik we're mad but hold on for me okayyyy it's gonna be okay 😌

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Today you spent some time in the gym, letting your anger lead your workout. Some positions caused you to wince in pain, but guess what? You worked through it. You were going to ask Soap to help you out soon, to learn more tactics. 

You go back, gather Price's paperwork and sit at his desk working on it. Soap walks in, "Well, hello, lady captain." He laughed. "How's it going?"

"Fucking boring..."

His mouth opens and closes as he hesitates to ask you a question. "Hey... I know things are... well, shite... But you wanna come out with everyone tonight?"

You shake your head. "I don't know..."

"I'll protect 'ya," he chuckled, referring to you know what. 

You sigh, hesitantly agreeing, but make sure to stress, "Fine. But! I'm only having one drink."

"Only one," he nods, smiling at you with his shiny eyes. "I know I'm drinking, though."

"Of course, you are. And... I'm hungry. You're buying," you demanded.

"The lady shall have what she wants, then."

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Later that evening, you ride with Soap to the restaurant/bar. Everyone else is there as you guys walk in. You slowly walk up to the circle booth, but Soap sits at the open seat next to Price which leaves the only open seat... next to Ghost. Fucking Christ, really? At least you were across from Soap. You don't say a word. Price and Ghost are talking about work, and you order your food and your one drink, being a frozen margarita. 

Price sighs as he reluctantly talks about the missions before being fed up, "Fuckin' Christ, Lieutenant, less talk about work right now, huh?"

Ghost huffs next to you, taking a swig out of his whiskey bottle. It surprises you how he's still lifting up his mask given what he did to you. 

Soap knocked down two pitchers of beer before taking a few shots of liquor. He was going to get sick drinking like that. 

You ate your food sheepishly. As you finished, you made eye contact with Soap, giggling at his drunkenness. He chuckled back, checking you out. Lord, his dirty mouth was going to get him in trouble, and you could tell he was about to say some shit.

He slurs out, "I'll take you bonnie... If L.T. don't want'cha..."

You giggled but abruptly stopped as Ghost's gaze pierced through Soap, his breath growing heavy. "MacTavish... I suggest you shut your fuckin' mouth before I put a bullet in your skull... Sergeant."

You play with your hands, looking down, aiming your feet, ready to walk out at any moment, not wanting any part of this.

Soap stiffened, leaning forward on the table. "I suggest you quit makin' the lady cry then... Lieutenant."

The table went silent before Price slammed his hands on the table. "I don't know what the fuck is going on, but it needs to be settled!" He looks around at everybody, frustrated. "Get the fuck out of here, all of you."

You get up, awkwardly following everyone as they leave. Soap's too gone to drive, so that leaves Gaz driving everyone back in one jeep. No one talks on the way home, nor do they talk when they get into the safe house. 

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You're absolutely grateful you only had one drink, who knows what would have happened if you got drunk with the things that were said. Which reminded you of Ghost's words.

Why did he get so pissed? It's not like he cares, you guys can't afford this, remember? So, he has no fucking right anymore to who flirts with you. You put it at the back of your mind, you really couldn't care any less.

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