Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Your warmth

„…, so I’m just saying. If you would have told me sooner-“

“Soap.”

“I mean we’re friends, no?”

“We’re teammates. Friendship’s not in the fi-“

“You come to my bloody birthdays! THAT is how you met Pearl! So I should have been the first one to know about it!”

Ghost stopped looking through the scope and tilted his head to look at the Scot lying next to him in the dirt.

“…Middle of the bloody mission, Sergeant…You bein’ serious?”

“…I would have liked to know, is all.” Soap shifted uncomfortably before peeking through his own scope again.

Ghost shook his head and looked around the forest they were located in. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. Something was not sitting right with him. They’ve been observing the same bunker for a good two hours and nothing has changed ever since their targets have entered it.

What was going on in there?

There must be more to it...Something was off...

“Ghost…They’re gone.”

The lieutenant shifted his gaze back to Soap before looking through the scope to try and locate the guards that were positioned around the entrance just minutes before. After scouting for a while with no luck, he set down the scope and felt his blood run cold.

A trap.

And it was not long before he heard steps approaching from behind them.

***

“…and that’s how I met your father, dear. Dancing on his lap.” You finished with a giggle, taking the hairband to secure Marla’s braided pigtails.

She smiled wide , clasping her little hands together as she couldn’t wait to see her new hairstyle. She’s been begging all morning for you to make it all nice and special.

“I also want to be a dancer when I grow up! Like you!”

You smiled and placed a kiss on the top of her head once you were done.

“You can be anything you want, sweets….Dancing sure helped me find myself, it’s freeing.”

The small girl got up and jumped to the mirror before letting out a satisfied “WOW”. As she turned to you, she started dancing on the spot, making you laugh and join in with her. You heard another pair of feet patting through the loft and saw Archy trying to dance along too, huffing as he tried to keep up.

Just look at them, you thought. Your angels. Two sunshines and exact copies of Mr. Riley himself. You had never seen him dance, but couldn’t help and imagine him joining your little circle as well, wondering what he would look like, which moves he’d bust.

You had to be real though; he probably would not join in and just watch you from a distance.

Ghost kept his promise and tried to do better, you’ve had a call at least once every week. The past week he had managed every second day though. The next one was scheduled for tonight and the kids couldn’t wait to hear from him. It sure was still complicated and stiff between you, the late night session you had just before he left still lingering in the back of your head. It left you wondering if you had somehow forced him to? If he had even enjoyed it? Were you pressuring him into something he did not want?

But Simon would always tell you if things were too much. And that night was burnt into your head; you both checked in with each other several times.
And yes, he did want it.
All of it.
Whatever it meant.

“Any minute now,” you kissed Archys head as you three got cozy on the couch. It was the late evening and you just had dinner so the twins were rather sleepy and all snuggled up on each side next to you, eyeing the phone and waiting patiently.

Minutes passed. Fine.

...Some more. It happens.

“Mommyyy, he is late!” Marla would pout, pulling on your arm to check the screen.

You kept your smile on and stroked through her hair. She still had the pigtails from the morning, throughout the day they have just turned messy.

“I’m sure he will call, dear…Patience…Daddy's really busy...”

She curled up into a ball and rested her head more against your arm, switching her gaze from your phone to her little hands and fiddling nervously.

Though they knew that their dad’s a soldier and about the danger it holds, they were too young to fully comprehend what it meant. For them it meant that he must be able to call every now and then, why would he not? The twins were convinced that he will come home eventually, he has to. Where else should their dad be?

“I’m sleepy mama…” Archy said with his eyes closed already, snoozing off to your right.

15 minutes have passed.

“Me too, Arch…I’ll…wake you up when he calls...” You peeked down to the little blonde boy who just started drooling on your arm.

30 minutes and you were the last woman standing, scrolling through your phone to distract yourself and keep your heavy eyes from giving in.

He will call.

He had never missed a scheduled call this time.

It took 1 hour for sleep to eventually take you in with both angels snoozing by your side;

and no call that night.

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