Your Addiction, Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Forever in his heart

[a/n] Once again, my recommendation - Roslyn (the instrumental version) 

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The day was bright and sunny, the kind of day that made you feel alive. The warmth of the sun on Simon's skin felt like a gentle caress, as if it was trying to comfort him in his grief. The sky was deep blue, with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily across it.

He slowly walked up to the tree near our cottage where the tombstone was located. He then took a deep breath and knelt down next to it, pulling out the small bracelet from his pocket.

Simon held it up to the light, admiring the way it sparkled in the sun with memories of me flooding his mind.

He gently placed the bracelet on my tombstone, his hand lingering for a moment as if he was trying to hold onto my essence. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but he didn't wipe them away.

He let them fall, as if it was a silent tribute to the woman he once deeply loved.

Simon then walked over to the nearby field where daisies swayed gently in the breeze. He plucked a few stems from the ground, choosing the ones with the brightest yellow centres and the whitest petals. He held them close to his nose, smelling their sweet, fresh scent as he remembered the night we stargazed.

With the flowers in his hand, he made his way back, putting them down.

"These are for you, my sweetheart. I hope you like them" He whispered.

A few seconds later, he reached for my dog tag, which he had been carrying in his pocket since the day I got killed. He carefully slipped it over his head, feeling the cool metal against his skin and even though it was a simple piece of jewellery, it held so much meaning for him.

But Simon couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness inside as he didn't get the chance to say goodbye to me properly, to hold my hand one last time or to even see my body.

Because the tombstone was just a symbol of my existence, a stark reminder of what he had lost.

Simon felt a sense of regret wash over him, wondering if there was anything more he could have done to find me. He searched for days, even weeks, but he never found me.

And now, he was left with a constant ache in his heart, never fully knowing what happened to his only love.

As he stood there in front of the tombstone, he couldn't help but feel a pang of hope that I was still alive somewhere, waiting for him to find me.

Because I promised him I would always find my way back to him...

...

After visiting my tombstone, Simon got inside the house and suddenly a sense of emptiness that he couldn't shake off started following him with every step.

Then, as he sat at the kitchen table, he stared into the distance, trying to imagine my presence in the room. Simon missed my laughter and the way I made him feel when I was around. He could almost feel my hand in his, and the warmth of my smile. He wished he could hear my voice one more time, to tell him everything was going to be alright.

The atmosphere was heavy, and the only sound he could hear was his breathing. It was as if the world had stopped, and time was frozen. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to echo in the emptiness of the room and he closed his eyes as he tried to remember how I looked, smelled and sounded.

But the memories were slipping away like sand through his fingers.

He then opened his eyes and looked around the room. Everything seemed so still, so lifeless and Simon felt trapped in a moment, unable to move forward.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of frustration, anger, and pain all at once and his heart felt like it was going to explode.

He blindly tossed dishes across the room, shattering them into tiny pieces that scattered across the floor. Simon picked up a chair and threw it, watching as it collided with the wall and sent splinters flying everywhere. The sound echoed through the small cottage, bouncing off the walls and reminding him of the blankness that surrounded him at that moment.

As he continued to lash out, he felt a sudden wave of sadness wash over him. Simon fell to the ground with his head in his hands and sobbed uncontrollably because he couldn't bear the pain of my loss, and the thought of never seeing me again.

Foap then came closer and sat beside him, putting his head on Simon's lap.

In a way, it was a reminder of me.

"Do you remember her?" He stroked the dog's head and started talking to him.

"The way she loved me, the way she loved you... It is all gone now" He hugged Foap tightly and buried his face in its fur.

"Oh, the things I would do to kiss her again, hug her..." He sighed and looked out of the window.

Simon then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his trembling fingers scrolling through the countless photos of me that he had secretly taken. But he stopped at a particular one, a photo of me from the first time we met.

He closed his eyes and let memories wash over him, sending him back in time.

...

It was a typical summer day, hot and humid. They were at the training camp, preparing for their next mission.

As the team was discussing their upcoming plans, someone new was introduced.

"Everybody say hi to our new member - Heroin" Price announced.

I then waved at them, shy and nervous because of the men staring at me. But it didn't take long before a man with a Scottish accent came up to me.

"My name is Johnny, but you can call me Soap" He extended his hand and I shook it.

"I'm Y/N, but as Price mentioned, people call me Heroin" I gave him a weak smile, feeling my voice shake.

"Kyle, but everyone calls me Gaz"

"It's nice to meet you both" I said as I could feel the tension in the air, but I tried to ignore it.

"Well, kids, I have to go, but make sure she meets Ghost" Price then left the three of us alone, neither of us knowing what to say.

"So do you do drugs or something?" Soap asked, trying to break the ice.

I stared back at him, me and Gaz unable to control our smiles.

"I wish I did" I responded but the sight of a masked man approaching us caught my attention.

I swallowed hard, my excitement turning to fear in an instant. He seemed so lean and muscular, with a toned physique and in no time I began to blush.

"Is that Ghost?" I inquired, feeling intimidated by him.

"Yeah, be careful around him" Gaz looked at me with a big smile on his face.

Ghost slowly walked towards us, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Who is she" He asked, his voice harsh.

"A newbie called Heroin" Soap answered quickly.

"I've heard they call you Ghost"

"Actually, I believe he prefers to be-"

"That will do"

...

He remembered how after that I stumbled over my words, trying to introduce myself to him. How my hands shook as I held out my hand to him for a handshake.

At the time, he was annoyed with me, thinking I was just another new recruit who needed to be put in their place. But as he looked back on that moment now, he realized how wrong he had been.

As Simon opened his eyes and looked back down at the photo, he couldn't help but smile.

That was the day everything changed for him.

That was the day he met the love of his life.