Ghost Shorts | Fem!Reader

BREAKING THE CYCLE [SOAPxGHOSTxREADER]

"Hello?"

Another woman's voice, out of breath, giggling. The wrong voice to be answering you.

"Simon... stop."

More giggling.

You were frozen, unable to speak or more or even think.

"Hello?"

The voice echoed again. You lowered your phone from your ear, your hand began to shake as you hung up the call. You were never really a thing, you and Ghost. This wasn't your first time dealing with... him. Yet, intoxicated from an evening out with your friends, your mind had convinced you to call him, needing his attention. As you stood outside, the wind became cooler, fresher; a sure indication that rain was to come soon. The many voices inside the bar ebbed and flowed as the door swung open and close; people arriving, leaving, needing fresh air, just like yourself. Your thumb deftly scrolled through your contacts. There was one other person you could phone.

O... P.... Price, no... Q... R...

S.

Soap.

The line began to ring, each sounding more deafening than the last. It only took a few tones before his thick Scottish accent came through the receiver.

"Some hour this is."

You cleared your throat, preparing yourself to dive in, head first.

"What are you doing right now?"

Venom coursed through your veins as you preyed on his weakness.You. Each syllable rolling of your tongue was playing him right into your hands.

"Nothin', how?"

"Shall we have a drink?"

Of course he would agree. He had confessed his heartbreak a long time ago when you had chosen Ghost. Promises of always waiting, always being there for you. He was the safe option; one of love. But it was an endless circle, Soap chose you, you chose Ghost, and Ghost... he always chose someone else. This wasn't an ideal way to break such a toxic cycle, but the combination of emotions and drink had melted away your morals, leaving you needing a particular type of company from someone who would give it. Wanting validated, wanting to be wanted.

"Aye. What, the now? You alright?"

"Yeah. Yes. No. I don't know."

The words drawled.

"Where are you? Want me to come get you?"

You wrapped your jacket tighter around you, boots scuffing on the pavement as you hesitated, suddenly feeling the cold. His car keys were clinking faintly in your ear before you even responded.

"Please."

You turned around to face the sign, not entirely sure where you actually were. Soft tapping resounded as you were rattling it off to him and he was typing it in.

"No bother, stay on the phone."

Loud rustling signified the phone getting thrown down onto the passenger seat as he got in the car, followed by even more as he picked it up and placed it on his dash. His voice sounded miles away when he spoke again, the engine roaring into life.

"I'll be there in five."

You didn't have long to wait, but in that time the rain began, only gently spitting at first. Headlights rounded the corner across the road from you when it began to pour down, large heavy droplets, which quickly saturated your hair, then your jacket, as you ran over to the vehicle. A long arm stretches, opening the door for you.