Simon "Ghost" Riley

2.

Bite down? On his middle and index finger? Weren't we just arguing not even 5 minutes ago? I tried not to blush. It was distracting me from the pain.

He ripped a long piece of his shirt off as he took a bottle from his bag. Alcohol. As he got this out I put my teeth gently on his fingers.

"On 3. One, two-" And with that he poured the alcohol on me, being generous as I bit down on his fingers, trying not to too hard.

He quickly wrapped the piece of shirt around my thigh. Tears were in my eyes but I wasn't crying yet.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice a tiny bit gentler now but paranoid mostly. I don't blame him. I was too.

"Since when do you care." I managed to choke out as I let out a harsh quick breath.

He didn't respond to me as I saw his eyes shift back into mine. His baclavaia covering everything except his eyes, and even then he had black face paint around it. Why? I don't know. I've been working with the guy for years and he never budged.

"Your my partner on this mission. I have to." It didn't sound like he wanted to give me that answer, it sounded like he wanted to say something else.

I let out a soft groan as he put his hands on the back of my thigh so I was elevated slightly. I think he wanted to help with my pain, but then again, the way he was looking at me. I wouldn't be able to say.

"We need to go soon. They'll find us." I whispered as I tried to get up.

"Fucking stop." He said as he got up before me and picked me up again then put me on my feet. His hands on my waist and hips, making sure I don't fall. I stared into his eyes for a few seconds before I pulled away.

"Let's go." I commanded as I tried to walk.

"Not like this." He pulled me back to him, his hands back in my waist. But soon he picked me up and he started to walk again. What a gentleman, yet so cold and rude. Make up your mind.

"You know, I can walk." I rolled my eyes as he carried me effortlessly. I could see his smirk in his eyes.

"Your hurt. And I'm okay with carrying you." He whispered as he took each step carefully, making sure not to fall in any traps or loose rocks.

"Where will we go?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"We just need to stay in the woods for now. We will rest soon somewhere and set up camp." He got straight to the point. He always did, I liked that about him. Survival had always been his thing.

Ten minutes or so later we finally stopped. He put me down gently, I'm surprised. He soon sat down next to me.

It was colder by now, winter in Russia. We were fucked. I started to shiver, even with the gear, it was so cold.

"Hey. I'll take the first shift, eh?" He whispered to me, gun in his hand as he was wide awake. I was already falling asleep, it was so cold though.

"Bloody hell." Ghost said as he watched me start to shake, he shifted closer to me. A few minutes later and nothing changed, he put his free hands around my shoulder, trying to warm me.