Achroous| a Simon 'Ghost' Riley fanfiction

Chapter III

The girl was walking around the base, looking around at all the surrendings. There was a field that the men used it for training, a bunch of camo cars and a helicopter, and a bunch of barracks.

She was there for two days already, so she somehow did know what was around, or at least approximatively. She got a separate room, next to Ghosts. She didn't mind it, it was close enough to the bedroom she had in her apartment anyway, and as long as she didn't have to deal with the inferiority feeling she had around the masked man she was happy.

The boots were big, making her walk in a funny way, but the clothes were pretty decent, although she couldn't get used with how big the clothes looked on her.

To ease everything for herself she braided her hair, making sure it wouldn't get in her way in case she had to do anything.

"Aye lassie, everything okay?" Soap voice rang around the base, walking up to her. He was wearing his military uniform as well, without this gear vest, since he didn't really need it then.

He looked down at her with a friendly smile, burying his hands into the jacket pockets. The girl turned her head to see him, smiling lightly at his hospitality.

She noticed all of the boys, besides Ghost were like this, which she didn't expect. She thought they might treat her badly since she was a stripper, act like she was a hooker or try to take advantage of her. But it wasn't like that. They were kind and welcoming.

"Yeah, I'm good. I just don't like to stay inside too long."

"Yeah it tends to get boring in there if we don't do anything. But I can promise we actually have fun most of the time."

"Doubt the masked guy knows how to have fun."

"He has fun in his own way. Ghost is just special."

"Let me guess, having fun making people feel inferior?"

"Uhh he likes football...and mass murder." Soap said, letting out a light chuckle, shrugging.

"Oh wow that sounds like fun." The girl said ironically, looking up at the mohawk man. He just smiled, rubbing the back of his head.

"He's just unique."

"He scares me."

"You should be scared." Another voice joined the conversation, from behind the girl.

The girl twitched, turning her head to find herself towered by the masked man. He was wearing a balaclava this time, with his signature skull print on it. His blue eyes were fixing hers.

He looked down at her with his superior attitude this time as well, crossing his arms at his chest. The girl didn't know if that was just the way he was or he was trying to make her feel inferior specifically, but she hated it.

"Ey LT, don't be like this, don't think scaring her would do anything."

"Johnny, we are dealing with a fucking dealer that can send tens of assassins, and you're complaining about me?"

"Well you scare you."

"Good, she should be scared, by both me and Il Diavolo." He said, turning around to leave.

"At least don't act like a superior bastard!" She said, looking up at the back of his head.

Ghost stopped in place, rising his eyebrow under the mask. He smirked, quite surprised by the courage she suddenly got. He turned to face her, watching her take a step back.

He leaned towards her, grabbing her jaw with one of his hands, holding her tightly, forcing her to look into his eyes.

He could see how all the braveness was slowly leaving her body, being replaced by fear and shock.

"What the fuck did you call me, girly?" He asked, his voice lower and deeper than before.

He watched her face lose all the color, as she widened her eyes. He wasn't angry at her, but messing up with someone like her seemed funny to him.

"Come on, I didn't hear you."

"I uh...called you a superior bastard."

"Superior bastard you say? I hope you know I won't let that shit slide, right?"

"Oh come on Ghost, I bet she didn't..."

"Shut it Johnny, this is between the two of us."

"Pff yes sir." Soap said, turning around to leave. He wasn't sure what was in Ghost's mind, but whatever it was, he couldn't stop him anyway. If Ghost wants to do something he will do it, no matter what it is.

"I uh...I apologize sir..." She mumbled as Soap left, struggling to say the whole words correctly because of his grip.

"Ah you apologize now? Let's set some things, what do you think, girly?"

She looked at him, arching her eyebrows upwards at his words, waiting for him to continue.

"I am the first in power here, I am not being a superior bastard, I'm doing my job and I'm making sure everything is under control. I won't accept some random girl go come and talk like this to me, understood?"

"Yes sir." She mumbled.

"Although, I appreciate the braveness, keep it for when you need it though. Be this brave when we are attacked or when we attack. Secondly, if I say something, you do it. You need to listen to my orders."

She nodded quickly, making him let go of her jaw finally. Her skin was read, under the shape of his fingers. She pressed her lips together, trying to understand everything that just happened between the two of them. She just stared at the man in front of her waiting for some more explanation.

"You can go back in now, its getting late."

"Is boring inside."

"When I said you can go I meant it as a fucking order."

"Yes sir."