Beyond Duty - Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Chapter 15. Intel

A/N: Apologies for taking so long to publish a chapter, I know it's been a couple weeks and some of you have been waiting. I am also a digital artist and have been working on commissions, so my writing had to take a back seat for a moment. If you're interested, check out my work on instagram: iheartpunk

Thank you for reading, hope you're still enjoying the story so far, even if y/n is a little cringe.

Alarms start going off from my phone, but before I can even fully wake up they stop. I'm too sleepy to notice that I wasn't the one to click them off.

Morning time.

Opening my eyelids slowly, I start to come out from my sleepy delusional haze.

I feel the side of my chest against something warm and firm. I don't wanna wake up so I burry my face more into my pillow. I can hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears, it's so rhythmic that I almost fall back asleep. My hand traces over the warmth that's under me, making its way up beside my head. I feel thumping against my palm.

Wait...that's not my heart beating.

My eyes widen as fast as they possibly could, realizing what was happening. I lift myself up fast, sitting on my knees in the bed. I hit my head on the metal bars of the upper bunk above me. I wince slightly and cover the spot of my head that I hit with my hand.

I look down at Ghost who's laying on his back, already staring up at me and my face turns a bright red color, extremely embarrassed.

I was laying with my head and hand on Ghosts chest.

Ghost just looks up at me, his balaclava mask still on and his shirt still off. He lays on his back, arms resting behind his head causing his triceps to bulge out. His chest looking large and prominent.

"What the fuck?" I blurt out. This was so embarrassing and that's all I could think to say.

"Morning to you, too." Ghost says sarcastically, sounding smug and full of himself.

"Why didn't you wake me up if I was like that?!" I interrogate. He could have even pushed me off to save me from this embarrassment.

Ghost just shrugs, not replying. Not a man of many words, but thats not a good thing right now.

I groan out in frustration, my face still hot with embarrassment. "Don't get the wrong idea, I didn't mean to do that." I advert my gaze from his as I finish.

"Sure, love." He says in a low voice, still managing to sound smug. I can just tell he's enjoying rubbing it in. I'm not in the mood to play games with him this early in the morning.

My head whips back to face him, "Uhg! Don't call me that! I'm being serious." I exclaim, starting to get fed up. It's not even 7 AM and Ghost has managed to already get me all worked up.

"You're acting like I asked you to, you're the one who laid up on me. I've been up ever bloody since." His British accent is thick, the more he speaks the more I can hear his morning voice. I'm surprised how it manages to sound even deeper along with more gravel in it.

"How long have I been like that?" I question, but I still try to sound annoyed.

"Since around 3 Am."

"What?!" I practically scream out, shocked by his answer. "You're kidding." I state, hoping he'd say sike or something.

Ghost just shakes his head no.

So I'd been cuddled up with him for over three hours, and he's been up for all of it. My face is even hotter now. My cheeks flushed red.

"You should have moved me or woken me up! Anything! You're a creep." I roll my eyes at that last part.