Achroous| a Simon 'Ghost' Riley fanfiction

Chapter II

"So, Evelynn, do you have any ideas who wanted to capture you?" The mohawk man asked, sitting on a chair in front of her.

The girl sat across the table, the military jacket covering her shoulders and chest. She was holding her hands on her lap, looking down at her nails as she spoke.

"I do. It's a drug dealer that offered me money to take some of his things to other people. I was getting like a hundred pounds for each package."

"And what did you do to make him so angry?"

She shrugged, without looking up at the man in front of her.

"I told him after a while that I didn't want to do this anymore, after I once almost got caught by the cops. It was risky and I cannot afford having problems with police."

The man looked up at his masked friend, who just shrugged as a response. Ghost turned to face the girl, letting his hands on the table, leaning closer to her.

"That's not enough to make someone send fuckin tens of armed men in a full ass club. Tell us what the fuck you did." He said, his heavy accent and the loud voice he used made her look up at him.

"I just told you! That's all that happened! I refused to keep taking his packages. I knew everything that was in the packages I helped with and the people he sent them to. I assume it's just something he doesn't like."

"Aha." Ghost said, unconvinced, standing back up, crossing his arms against his chest. "Who is that dealer?"

"I don't know his name. We goes by 'Il Diavolo'"

"Il Diavolo, you say? Soap, call Laswell and ask her to give us info on him."

"Yes sir."

"What's your full name?" Ghost asked, looking to Evelynn

"Eh? Evelynn Brown?"

"Ask about her too. If you wanna help her might as well know some shit."

Soap nodded, walking away as he called Laswell, a station chief in the CIA. They worked countless times with her, and the informations she gave them never disappointed them, being always accurate.

"Next time I ask you something I don't expect another question as an answer, understood?" Ghost spoke, as he watched Soap talking at his phone.

"Yeah.. understood." She mumbled, looking back down at her nails.

She felt awkward. The man she gave a lap dance a while ago was treating her like an inferior human being to him. He was being authorial and even mean, she thought. Was he talking to her because she was being a stripper? She couldn't tell. But the mohawk man also addressed to him as 'sir'. Was he his boss?

"Aren't you freezing?" Gaz asked her, cleaning up the lenses of his sunglasses. He had been there for a while, but he was sitting silently in his corner.

"Hm? I am a bit, yeah..."

"Ghost, you should take her somewhere to dress up. Don't give her your clothes tho, would be too big for her."

The masked man sighed but nodded.

"Follow me."

The girl remained silent as she stood up from her chair, walking behind the tall man. Even wearing her high heels she noticed how tall he was. He was massive. His shoulders were wide, making her not see anything in front of her. His arms were strong and tonned, just as his whole body, of course.

She couldn't help but run her eyes lower than his waistline, noticing his thighs and butt. She didn't remember seeing a man with such beautiful body before. But that didn't change the fact that she considered he was making feel as significant as an ant.

He walked inside a room, letting the door open for her as well. She found herself in some sort of shortage closet, full of camouflage clothes. He went through them, checking the sizes for everything before handing her a pair of cammo pants and matching jacket, followed by a black t-shirt.

"I don't know if I can find boots your size, though."

"Its alright, I can walk with my heels."

"Can you run for your life with them?"

She remained silent for a moment.

"No, I don't think so."

"Then we will look for the closest to your size. I don't want to be slowed down because of some goddamn heels." He talked, looking down at her.

Something in his glare was intimidating him. He didn't look at her with hatred nor anger, but his stare was powerful. He looked like he knew everything about anything, including her own persona.

That freaked her out. She felt exposed in front of him, and this time it wasn't her body that was the one exposed.

She quickly took the clothes from him, not before taking off her body jewelries she was wearing on top. He reached his hand to take and hold them while she was dressing up. The clothes were baggy on her body, but it was better than be almost naked.

"What's your shoe size?" He asked

"Five."

He nodded, looking through all the boxes thrown around the closet. All the clothes and shoes there were made for men, so he didn't have hopes for anything too close to her size.

"Eight will do."

"Hopefully..."

They were back at the table. The air felt thick for Evelynn. Ghost was sitting on an armchair, starting at her in a way she didn't like. Everyone seemed to wait for something to happen, yet it didn't, for hours.

The laptop on the table started making a ring sound, making the men turn their attention to it.

"It's Laswell." Soap said calmly, answering the call.

The others came behind him, and Evelynn slowly reached to them as well, curious to know what was happening.

"Hello boys, I've got some intel on both Evelynn and Il Diavolo, which one first?" A woman with light brunette hair said, appearing on the screen.

"The dealer." Ghost said, crossing his arms, leaning more to the laptop height.

"Well his real name is Lorenzo Ricci and he's not only a drug dealer. He supplies guns and loads to guys like Hassan. Which now that we found out about him, the General wants him out of here."

Roach sighed loudly, letting his head back.

"Does that mean another missiom right after we finished this one?"

"Yes Roach, that's exactly what it means."

"Okay what about the girl?" Ghost asked again.

"Not much on her. She's just a student at the Law University, but she hasnt paid for it."

"A stripper, trying to become a lawyer?" Ghost asked, turning to face her.

"Became one to be able to pay my fees somehow. That's also why I got engaged in Il Diavolo's shipping packages."

"So you knew it was more than guns."

"I told you I knew what was in the package and who I was delivered them to."

"Why didn't you mention the guns!" Ghost spoke, louder than before, making the girl widen her eyes, surprised.

"I told you I knew, you didn't ask, and I didn't speak further."

"For fuck's sake, Evelynn!"

"I'm sorry okay! I don't fucking know you nor what I should tell you!"

"It's alright, just...tell us the whole truth, anything you think would help us to keep you safe, okay?" Soap said, letting his hand on her shoulder, caressing it in a comforting way.

"Safe my ass. You're going to help us catch that fucker."

"I'll do my best."