Simon "Ghost" Riley

4.

He was right. I couldn't tell him to just ' get comfortable ' as we were being hunted.

His hand that was on my waist came down to my thigh, massaging it slightly before looking back up at me with those blue darkened eyes.

"You know that we would be sleeping on our cots if you didn't-" I said, getting interrupted, again.

"Shut the fuck up. Don't blame this just on me." He growled, getting a little angrier and annoyed.

Wow what an asshole. He's bandaging me up then he's arguing with me again. Being a gentleman then a rude prick.

"Whatever." My gun clicked after I said that. "I'm just saying. It's cold out here."

His hand that was on my waist pulled me closer as he groaned "Better?"

"Much." I said in a satisfied tone as it felt a little warmer from his body heat.

"Go to sleep." I said as he tried to get comfortable like I said before, shifting around slightly but still not taking his hand off my waist. I was a little shocked because he usually never did this on missions.

"Yea, easy for you to say." He whispered as he rubbed his back with his free hand, he looked like he was uncomfortable and in pain.

I let out a long sigh. "Here." I whispered back as I positioned his head on my thigh and he laid down. It was good for both of us. The pressure on my wound helped and he could sleep. Win win.

"This doesn't mean anything, mutt." He groaned as he actually started to get comfortable, of course his eyes were wide open though.

Mutt? What am I a dog now? I got curious about what he meant. I didn't think he actually meant anything and laughed his off slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" His tone getting more serious.

"Two things." I said, still laughing quietly slightly.

"Spit it out." He growled, his voice low and deep, but I was used to it.

"One, we could die here any second. And two, you think I'm a dog now." I whispered to him as I thought this was all some sort of sick joke.

"Mutt." He chuckled with me.

"I think that'll be your nickname from now on, if we don't die here." He mumbled the last part to himself.

I got some butterflies from the name he gave me, why was he doing this? First rude to me then bandaging me up? First arguing with him then he gives me a nickname? What the fuck?

"Whatever." I grumbled to him as he laid down.

"Awh come on. Is the little mutt mad?" He teased as he laughed out.

One of my hands went down to slap his chest slightly to shut him up as he chuckled even more.

"Stop calling me that Simon." I growled at him, getting annoyed at his antics.

"Have some fun." He shrugged me off.

"Like you would know about having fun." I said as this was an argument waiting to happen.

"Look I don't wanna argue right now, just drink this." He said as he pulled out a flask from his uniform. Alcohol.

"Are you drunk? No wonder your acting like this." I argued back at him as he tried to get me to calm down by drinking.

"Why don't you just do as I say and shut it, mutt?" He said, his tone colder and more professional now.

I groaned but a few seconds later I put the flask up to my lips and drank a little for taste before drinking slightly more and giving it back to him. His looked up at me drink as he laid down.

"Good girl. Was that hard?" He said as he took off his mask up to his lips then drank after me, taking a long sip, his words were slightly slurred.

"Your drunk." I stated as I looked down at him as we held eye contact.

"A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts." He shrugged as he put on the bottom half of his mask back on.

Smartass. I thought to myself as I looked away from him. Playing with the gun in on of my hands.