Beyond Duty - Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Chapter 9. Tobacco and Cologne

We make it back to our base after an hour of driving. I stay up during the whole car ride, but stay laid out in the back seat. We pull up and Ghost kills the engine. Gaz and Price pull up only seconds after we did.

I sit up in the backseat, a sigh leaves my lips as I exit the vehicle.

"You good, Lass? Need me to carry you?" Soap chirps as he makes his way from around the side of the car and over to me. I shake my head

"No, I'm fine. I don't feel as bad as I did earlier." I reply as I grab the laptop and file.

I make my way inside just fine, my leg feels better after resting for an hour so I don't limp anymore. I take off my shoes by the door once again, not wanting to track in snow.

Price walks in, "Y/n, Soap, you guys need to shower. You both look worse for wear." He orders. Me and Soap both have dried blood on our faces and bodies, we got the most messed up this mission. Me and Soap smile at each other.

"Yeah, I need a shower, bad." I say with a smile.

"Aye, same here. You can go first, I'll wait." Soap offers.

"Thanks, I won't be too long." I reply to him.

Gaz walks over to the kitchen and plops down in a chair, groaning. He looks tired.

I make sure to give Price the file and laptop.

I make my way over to my room, grabbing my duffle bag from my bed. I decide to just take the full thing with me, so I sling it over my shoulder and walk back to the bathroom. As I enter the hallway, I see Ghost coming back in from outside. I look away, not wanting to be caught staring again.

I close the bathroom door behind me, dropping my bag onto the floor and start to undress. My white snow camo is now a combination of dark burgundy blood stains and black and brown dirt from the hillside. I let my clothes fall to the ground. I look at my body in the bathroom mirror. I can already see bruises forming their way onto my skin. I touch a bruise that's on my hip with my fingertips, running them over the faint purple and yellow skin.

I notice how sore they feel. This shower should help. Price was right, I do look bad.

I start the water, making sure to test the warmth before I step in. As soon as the warm water hits me, I feel at ease. I see the water drip down from my face and skin, a dark streak of water making its way to the drain as it carries the blood and dirt off of me.

Luckily, I didn't get seriously hurt. Just a few cuts, scrapes, and bruises are all I got.

After I finish up in the shower, I step out. I wrap a towel around me and dry off a bit. Finally opening my bag to get dressed.

Wait...What?

I notice the contents of the bag are men's clothes among other things. Obviously not mine.

I think back to yesterday, when I noticed me and Ghost had the same looking bag. He must have accidentally grabbed the wrong one when he got off of the plane. Uhg! This fucking sucks.

Wrapped in a towel, I open the bathroom door and peak my head out. I call out for Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz. None of them respond or hear me.

God damnit, just my luck. I close the bathroom door, making my way back to Ghost's bag. I fish out a hoodie, it's big enough to cover my body, the end of it almost goes to my knees. I put it on. This will have to do for now.

I also notice something in the bag, a pair of dog tags. I pick one up.

'Simon "Ghost" Riley' is engraved into it.