Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

47. Thank you

1 month without having heard of him.

You didn’t even know if he got there safe.

Nothing.

Each ongoing day without a message more painful than the one before.

It was August now, usually your favourite month.

You sat in the backstage, putting on a new pair of custom-made heels you got for a new show you were planning.

It’s a Thursday and the club is closed tonight, only opened for practice.

You wore a brand new outfit. For your new program, you were going for some secret-sexy-agent vibe.

König sat on the big velvet couch behind you and read something on his phone. Since there was nobody else around, there was no need to be all too alert. You wanted him around though.

A few shows ago, a man wouldn’t back off of you all night, security had to pull him off you multiple times and even after being kicked out, he waited outside to jump you. He was heavily intoxicated. Something in König snapped that moment and he threw that man onto the ground in a matter of seconds, fixating him on the floor with skillful ease.

“What do you think?” you turn around, wearing a tight black suit with mesh elements and a dark red wig.

“That’s the agent?” he asks curiously.

“Yes, but the wig. What do you think? Red? Or…The classic…wait” you digged through your suitcase, switching the red one with a black bob.

“This one feels a bit outdated I think…” you mumble, turning back towards the mirror and checking yourself out.

Königs legs close, he makes himself small on the couch, not sure what to say. Not sure which fits better.

“Uhm…Red…I mean the black one…It looks like it’s…better quality…” he mutters out.

“You’re right…” you say as you put the red one away and apply some red lipliner next.

Every few seconds you’d remember Simon.

Where was he now in this minute?

Couldn’t he just walk through the damn door right now, surprising you the way he likes to do?
You put the lipliner down and take a deep breath.

You’ve already vented to König about this. He looked at you for a second but then back onto his phone, as he did not want to be rude or intruding.

“I mean...he must have at least had the chance to write me as he got to their destination…” you mumble, begging for König to somehow ease your mind.

“That does not have to be the case…He also seems like the kind of man that…Takes it very serious. He has to, after all. The lesser you’re distracted on the field, the better.” he speaks from experience.

You nod at his words, trying to turn it around that way.

Him not sending you a sign, means that he is just very focused. He was trying to do his job right, it's his duty.
Trying to stay alive out there.

König knew Captain Price from a distance and only heard good things about him, you trusted that man from the start. They were all very experienced in their field and knew what they’re doing.

You should calm down.

“Okay so…Black bob I keep…” you whisper, fixing the last bits of your outfit and walking over to König.

“Ready!” you exclaim, satisfied with how it all looks put together.

König looks up and down your outfit, trying to respectfully look away inbetween. He still hasn’t gotten used to all this. But it was getting better over time.