Your Addiction, Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Isolation

Few weeks later

...

As I rushed out of the kitchen that evening and left Isabella on her own, I was sure I had made a huge mistake by letting her witness the other side of me. The true side of me.

That night I promised myself to start avoiding her at any cost. 

And so I did.

Every single day I isolated myself from the world, only leaving my room when needed. I refused to let her have any part in my life.

But I couldn't find peace at all. Late at night I would always find myself wondering about the future that was waiting for me. The thoughts of her telling everyone about me being so weak and mean kept running through my mind. I felt lost, confused, and alone, my fear of the consequences was looming over me like a dark cloud.

And every other minute was spent wondering about Simon and where he was, what he was doing. In a way, I was mad at him for not contacting me while he was on that mission. Nobody told me the truth and I was left in the shadows, thinking about the day we would meet again. But as time passed, that day seemed more and more distant.

I was beginning to doubt if he was ever going to come back, and I was starting to accept that this was how it was destined to be. I was trying to move on with my life, but I couldn't help but think about him. With each moment it became harder for me to picture us ever being together again.

...

I took my pistol and started pointing it at my first target. My breathing was steady and my focus was sharp as always. Nothing was left for me to do except improve my aiming and accuracy as I had to wait for Task 1-4-1 to come back.

As I slowly pulled the trigger, I knew I was getting better and better with every shot. I took a few moments to re-align my stance, determine my next target, and focus before I shot again. And I repeated this process until I had completed my entire target practice session.

But as I let the last bullet hit its target, I started imagining my body being there. My other version was just standing, waiting for the end to come. I looked younger, I was just a kid. Scared to move, to gaze into my eyes.

I had never experienced such intense fear before. It was like a nightmare, like a dream that I couldn't escape. I knew that I was safe in the present, but I could still feel the terror of seeing myself hopelessly standing there.

I was the one who shot her, the one who took away my own happiness, my own peace and future.

I could almost feel the bullet tearing through the skin of my younger self and the intense pain that would come with it. It was like cutting off a part of my own soul, leaving me forever wounded, unable to heal and unable to forget.

"Your aim is flawless, hermosa" Alejandro made sure to compliment my talent but him appearing out of nowhere sent shivers down my spine.

"There is always room for improvement, but thank you" Even though I was annoyed by him sneaking up behind me, I gave him a slight smile.

His face was touched by the sunlight and the soft breeze collided with our bodies as he said "Oh, come on, you're a pro, Heroin"

"I am, but it is something a person shouldn't be proud of" I replied as I turned around to face the target, now seeing just a figure with a headshot. Those were just simple tricks of my imagination.

"Well, it depends, but I am not here to talk about it" Our eyes met again, and I wondered why he was there.

"So tell me" My voice was a bit rough, maybe because I hated when people weren't straightforward.

"There is a birthday party later this week. Was wondering if you wanted to join us" He seemed a bit nervous, but it felt good knowing I had made such an impact on him.

In fact, my impact was felt by everyone. Every soldier around the base knew it would be a dumb idea to end up on my blacklist. I had earned respect and admiration by taking on tough tasks, and never shying away from a challenge. I had gained a reputation as someone who could be counted on and trusted no matter what.

But people still couldn't get enough of me.

From the first day I joined the army I could feel being used, followed, or looked at with jealousy. I was like a movie star arriving on the scene, with every other person wanting my attention and hoping to be a part of my inner circle. While I had their admiration, there were always those who were envious of my success, trying to outdo me or take away the spotlight.

Maybe that was the reason why I was called Heroin.

"So who is the lucky one?" I asked, still doubting if I wanted to attend that party.

"Isabella, she turns 27 in two days" He smiled but I could sense there was something else he wanted me to know.

"Is that all?" I asked, raising my eyebrow, wondering what else he would announce.

"Yeah, well.." Alejandro muttered, looking down and breaking eye contact.

I could tell he was hesitating. I could sense his inner struggle and I knew he was trying to decide what to say and how to say it. I waited patiently and finally, he looked up at me.

"Ghost is back"