Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Thirty-One

Visibly confused by your sudden offence, Ghost took a step back.

But there wasn't much space in the shower, especially not with a man of his size.

His bare back hit the cold wall, making his muscles flinch and pull together. As they reacted to the sudden change in temperature, throbbing veins appeared on his arms.

Immediately, your attention was caught by them.

Men with tattoos always had been your kryptonite. But men with large forearms that were covered in veins and tattoos made you want to jump on him like a desperate dog in heat.

For a brief second the image of you rubbing your crotch against his arm flashed through your mind. It was enough to set your entire body on fire.

Goosebumps chased down your spine while your nipples stiffened at the same time.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you reached out and gently let the tips of your fingers dance over his tattoos.

"I always wondered if it hurt to get something like this done.", you pulled up the sleeves of your shirt that was now soaked and heavy. "All I knew was this kind of pain."

For a moment Ghost stared at you.

Then, very slowly, his eyes moved downwards to look at what you had to present.

For the hint of a moment his eyes widened and eyebrows rose.

Surprise lit up inside his brown eyes.

Your arms were scarred. From the lowest part of your wrists to the crook of your arm, scars decorated your uneven, blemished (S/C) arms.

Those were the markings of a child that came from a broken home. Markings of a child who had no way out, a desperate mind.

Back then it had been a way to stay alive.

Now it was a medal that you carried with pride. A sign of survival.

"I didn't think of you as somebody who would do this.", he said, both carful with his words but also painfully honest and plain.

A bitter huff escaped your lips.

"Don't think of me as weak just because of a few razor blade cuts.", you patted one of the scars with two fingers, pressing into it to remind yourself of how it felt. "I survived. That's all that matters."

Your hand shot upwards to wrap around his chin and pull him down in one harsh, swift movement.

With a devilish grin you met him face to face.

"I like danger, Ghost. All my life I lived with danger, never knew anything else.", you breathed and placed a playful kiss on the tip of his covered nose. "And now I live for the possibility that every step I take could be my last. My childhood has prepared me for the worst of everything. And you make my life a lot worse, now that you're my brothers little guard dog for me."

A hint of spite lit up in his eyes.

The grin on your face broadened.

Now you had him right where you wanted.

Even though Ghost was a man of great patience, there was still some kind of pride in him.

He hadn't made it to the rank of Lieutenant just because he was somebody else's lap dog. He had made it this far because he had a mind of his own.

And it for sure didn't involve being Johnny's lap dog.

All at once, his hand rose to wrap around your upper arm and apply some gentle pressure.

It was a warning.

You didn't listen to it.

"Oh?", slowly, you tilted your head to get even closer to him.

It was easy to fuck with him.

Ghost seemed to be someone who liked his personal space. He kept to himself and didn't like whenever somebody touched him out of the blue.

Therefore it was easy to get him out of concept, to push his buttons and make him lay down the mask of the perfect soldier that he made himself appear to be.

You hated how this giant of a man, this cold phenomenon, simply obeyed to your brothers request just because he had gotten under his skin.

You wanted to be this powerful.

Just for once you wanted your brother to be second to you.

Just for once you wanted him to see that you had surpassed him and you needed no guard dog.

Not anymore.

And this was the perfect opportunity.

"Tell me, Ghost...", your free hand wandered up his chest, played with the little bubbles of soap that were stuck in the darkish hair that grew on his chest. "How much do you like danger?"

Unmoved, he took a deep breath.

The warm water that rained down on the two of you was like a cloak, a hug.

"I just want to help out a friend.", Ghost said, his voice so calm yet thick with warning.

Still a smile on your face, you shook your head.

"Then help me out.", you chuckled and drew a line on his neck with your nails. "Danger attracts me, Ghost. You attract me."

"Johnny asked me to have an eye on you."

"And you can keep that promise to him. But let's be honest, there's tension between us. Not the pleasant kind. But the one that needs conflict."

Slowly, you let a hand slide into the back of his neck to play with the brim of his mask.

His eyes flinched.

He stiffened at the thought to reveal himself.

"I'm not looking for a relationship.", Ghost said but his hands lowered to grab you by the hips.

"Neither am I.", your grip in the back of his neck tightened. "You want to help my brother by being close to me when he can't be. And I need a thrill. We could help each other out. Casually."

His fingers tightened, dug into your flesh and left slight marks that disappeared within the next moments.

"You're playin' with fire.", he warned but the dark shadow in his eyes gave away that he struggled.

You chuckled and leaned forward to let your tongue wander over his mask once more.

"I don't know anything but how to play with fire, my dear...", you purred.