𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚘𝚞

Summary: Ghost had his doubts, and never was he subtle. But with Hassan in bed with the Cartel, and the 141 tasked with apprehending him, he'd finally see you for the soldier you were. But was there ever a time he didn't see you?

Heading through Las Almas, Ghost sat rigid and still in his seat. He kept his eyes forward, but couldn't help but roll them as he felt you shift from beside him once again.

It was tight in the back, with you sandwiched between himself and Soap, fingers gripping your weapon so tight he was sure the knuckles were white underneath your leather gloves.

Your long, dainty fingers, moving along the weapon so delicately, so-

He grunted, a shake of his head to recentre himself, silently thanking Soap for making his observations so well-known.

"White truck, four armed in the back." Soap said, watching as it whipped past, and reaching for the gun leaning up against your leg.

"Hey- tranquilo. Easy, that's normal here." Alejandro urged. "Guns on the street is jurisdiction of the police."

"Where are the police?" Ghost asked.

"Well, Las Almas has a very serious problem."

"You don't say..." you mumbled, looking out of the window.

Your comment made his lips turn upwards into a slight smirk under his mask, amused by your sarcasm. He watched you from the corner of his eye, the mask sitting sung over your nose.

Much like you, he paid little attention to the conversation the others were having.

He watched as your eyes filled with sadness, turning to follow your gaze, taking in the horrific sites that surrounded them. Most of the buildings were run down or boarded up, men as young as teenagers walked around the streets with guns strapped to them.

It was a truly horrifying place.

On your left, sitting on the street corner was a small stall, one person handing balloons to children, another walking circles, swinging a gun around.

"Kids, guns, and balloons...that's a new one." Soap said, turning to you with a frown.

"Narcos use generosity to win over the people."

"Even the children?" you asked, your voice squeaking in distress.

"Especially the children." Alejandro replied.

Ghost watched you lean back in your seat, dropping your head back in defeat. All he wanted to do in that moment was take your hand in his, promise you that everything would be okay, that as a team you'd fix it together.

The car pulled to a stop then, right where an alley had been taped off. Bloodied bodies sat, covered in a tarp that had been graffitied.

"What's that?" you said, leaning over Ghost slightly to get a better look.

His body stiffened; heat radiating off you almost immediately.

It made his cheeks glow red, his throat tighten, his nostrils flair.

He groaned softly, the scent of your perfume circling his nose, making the hairs tingle. The scent of lavender and berries flooded his senses, increasing his heart rate with every breath.

Ghost paid no attention to the words you spoke, his vision transfixed on the slight movement of your mask as your lips underneath released your sweetened voice.

He didn't follow your gaze this time, instead choosing to stare at the side of your face, so close to his. A strand of hair fell past your mask, getting caught on your long eyelashes, but you simply ignored it. He wanted so badly to reach up and tuck it behind your ear.