Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Helping hands

📯 There will b smut 📯

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"I'm so sorry, Simon" you apologized as he hissed at the washcloth reaching that new scar running along his lower abdomen.

"..., Nothin to be sorry for...Hurts like hell, 's all..." he remarked between gritted teeth with his tired eyes focused on you kneeling in front of him.

He barely found any rest in those few days of being back. Once the twins realized that their father had returned, they would turn into two straight-up whirlwinds around him. Trying to climb on him, asking him about any new, thrilling stories or other shenanigans. He was used to it after all.

This time he could not keep up his usual facade of the cool, unbothered lieutenant though.

This time, what he had to endure was pure horror, even for him. It went under his skin and nestled there like the meanest of parasites. He came back a changed man.

"Halfway done, Simon..." your soft voice as you ran the cloth down his thigh and leg. He watched your circular movements whilst trying to keep his balance sitting on the edge of the tub.

He hummed and looked down at his own, glistening body. The scars he had stopped counting many missions ago. His eyes ran down his chest hair and the different shades of faded pink and white scars. Following the trail leading down to his pubic area, his gaze settled on the burning, red stitches. Remembering the pain. His eyes shut at the memory. His knees press together as the body twitched into a defensive stance.

"Hey,..." Ghost heard your voice again.

" 'm sorry,... Continue...please..." he grunted, almost whispered towards you with a tone breaking your heart into a million pieces.
"We're all done, Si...I'll get your robe..."
He opened his eyes and watched you leave to the hook where his black bathrobe hung. He got up carefully and found his hand immediately covering the wound. That one wound that wouldn't let him walk properly. Wouldn't even let him piss properly. He was absolutely dependent on you - and he sure had a hard time accepting that.

You let him dry himself off first before putting the bathrobe around him, your hands swiftly touching his as he slid his arms through the sleeves himself.

The silence after felt unusual to the both of you. The kids were in kindergarten and you had around 2 more hours to yourself. It would be the time to relax, if you both wouldn't be...Ex-Partners...Still...Somehow...

"The ointment-"

Simon interrupted you before you could even get the cream to tend to his wounds, "Need a smoke first, you comin?"

He watched your eyes travel down to where he knotted the robe before putting the cream back down onto the sink and nodding quietly.

You didn't even get to smoke.

Once he fixed himself a cigarette on the balcony you silently took a few steps towards him, asking for a hug. You've been taking good care of him, voluntarily so. All you needed in return every now and then was a hug, a peck, ... Something warm to let you know that he is indeed grateful for having you around since he was now much quieter after the mission. Even more than he naturally is.

So here you were, nuzzled against his bare chest with his arms wrapped around your weak body and his chin on top of your head. Time for your little recharge, your little validation. With two 5 year olds and an injured man by your side, you sure did not find any rest either. You felt burned out. Numb. So Simon showing you affection reminded you of what you're doing this for; Your little family that will hopefully feel normal again soon.