Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

65. Glimpse of the past pt.2

Ghost was already gone when you woke up the next morning.

Surprised by the weight that laid on top of you, you realized that there was a third blanket now. His blanket.

As you stroked along the brown fabric your heart warmed up at the thought of him. Every time you're with him convincing you more and more of what exactly this is.

Sure, you both haven't said the big three words to one another but still it was very, very obvious.

Stepping downstairs the smell of black tea hit your nose, luring you into the kitchen.

On the dining table stood an empty mug and a lukewarm pot with some tea left. How could you forget that Mr. Riley wasn't the coffee-type, which you would much rather prefer right now. But you weren't picky. You fixed yourself a cup and finally took your time to observe the kitchen space, which seemed to be the most inviting out of all the areas in this house. It was pretty spacious. The white, wooden cupboards decorated with some delicate carvings. It was definitely a cottage-type of kitchen with many windows, illuminating it pretty nicely even though it was bland and grey outside.

Outside.

Your gaze shifted to look out the window at the backyard, giving off those same depressing vibes as the rest of the house. A broken garden swing, a tiny shed covered in moss. A space which seemed to be a flowerbed once, now just some brown mud surrounded by weeds. A naked, thin tree near the tall fence blocking the view to the house next door. Depressing at it's best.

So here you were. No city noise, no nightclub for practise.

Time on your hands.

Plenty of it.

***

Breathe out.

Stretch further.

Relax your face and let go off all the tension that has built up.

Breathe in.

Now, slowly move your head upwards, don't forget to breathe-FUCK!

You yelp as you see Ghost in front of you, losing balance in your upwards dog position. How was this man so goddamn quiet?!

He's holding a big grocery bag in his arm as he drops his keys on the kitchen table.

"Don't let me disturb your session." He says with a serious tone, packing away some cleaning products and tea.

"W-well...That already happened...I...Didn't even hear you..."

You saying that gets a low chuckle out of him.

"Didn't spend years in military training to be caught easily." He jokes, though his voice contains some sadness to it.

You got up from the carpet and walked up to him, as you were about to give him a hug you remember that you don't actually know how he wants to be...well...comforted?

He closes a cupboard before turning around to face you, his half-lidded eyes browsing your face. You looked at him with a frown, trying to telepathically tell him that you're there if he needs to vent. If he needs a hug, anything.