Undeniable || Simon "Ghost" Riley ||

Chapter 5

Las Almas Showdown

Morning came, and Hattie could smell the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Eyes fluttering open, she took in her surroundings and noticed she was laying down on the couch with a blanket across her body. Hmm, weird. I didn't know I fell asleep here last night.

"Mornin' lassie." Soap said as he plopped himself down on the couch next to her, holding two cups of coffee as he placed one down beside her. "That game really took it outta you, huh?" He chuckled as he placed the mug to his lips.

She rubbed her eyes, sitting up while placing the blanket on her lap and taking a sip of her own. "Apparently, I hope I looked somewhat presentable when I fell asleep, and not drooling or something, I don't even remember closing my eyes."

"Yeah, you passed out. Mouth wide open, snoring and all." Soap jokingly replied.

Hattie gasped. "Oh my god! No way! I'm never falling asleep with you two ever again." She said with her hand over her face in embarrassment. That's just perfect to look like that in front of these guys.

"Ha, I'm just jokin' with ya, you looked comfortable. There was no savin' you though. Ghost and I didn't know whether or not to wake you and get you to bed or have you sleep on the couch, but there's your answer."

"Oh thank god." She mumbled. That saved her from considerable embarrassment, looking like a tired mess in front of the guys she would constantly be surrounded by. She aimed to make a good impression, considering she was the only female in a group of guys. There was undoubtedly a certain appeal she wanted to radiate to them. However, she didn't have to concern herself with that problem that frequently. She possessed the kind of appearance that many would envy, featuring soft hazel eyes, long blonde hair, portraying the epitome of an hourglass that narrowed at her waist and gracefully flaring at the hips. To say she worked hard for her body, especially her glutes, was an understatement. The guys obviously work out to show their arms, so why can't she show off her ass? Makes sense.

There was a small hope that played in the back of her mind wondering if the guys even thought or looked at her in some way other than just a teammate. Yes, these guys literally kill people for a living, and are hardcore to the max, but is there anything to them outside of that? Who knows.

Hattie came out from her thoughts when Ghost appeared out of nowhere. Have I been staring?

He was wearing a tight black workout shirt, with his camo pants and a holster wrapping around his thigh. It looked like he had just finished his workout, with droplets of sweat sliding off of his arms. He had the same balaclava he had on last night, showing off his brown eyes. He walked to the kitchen they had in the base, getting some water, before sitting back down to his original position they were sitting in last night.

"There's some coffee left over in the pot if you want some." Soap offered to Ghost.

He shifted his head exaggeratedly to look at Soap, almost telling him without words are you joking me? "I'd rather die of thirst, but thanks."

"Why? It's good." Hattie exclaimed as she took a sip of her coffee eyeing ghost in the process.

He scoffed. "Hardly." 

During conversations, Hattie would catch Ghost eyeing her, or maybe even staring. But ever since she joined the team, she would always find him looking for no reason. She found it intimidating to say the least, wondering what was going on inside his head. Maybe it's for the best she didn't know. She didn't know him that well, and maybe it would be best to stay that way.

She put the thought aside, when Soap reached for his pocket and left the room rather quickly. She wanted to follow after him, the curiousness eating away at her, but she knew if anything was wrong, Soap would tell them.