Multifandom Oneshots

secret § simon "ghost" riley

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The sight of the girl walking around base was so jarring it was almost funny. Her innocence contrasted pretty much everything around her. Five foot even, the heals doing basically nothing for her considering she was surrounded by soldiers that were almost exclusively over six feet tall. When she walked through the halls, she turned heads. It wasn't just because she was a wide eyed, innocent, 20 something girl in halls occupied exclusively by murders. It wasn't just because the clacking of her heals against the concrete floors bounced off the cold walls in a stark contrast to the silent and stealthy soldiers on base. It was also because she was gorgeous. She was the kind of pretty that ended up on TV. She was the kind of innocent that made men want to ruin her. The bright white of the short sundress she wore made her look angelic. What was most appealing about her was that she was completely off limits, and everyone knew it... everyone but the new recruits, of course. The new recruits who have never seen her before. The new recruits that don't know to resist staring at her ass.

"Who the bloody hell is that?" One of the recruits, Liam, asks to his friend.

"I don't know, but I would ruin her proper." The friend responds, a sick smirk on his face as the two watch her ass sway as she walks down the harshly lit hallway. They're too caught up with their staring to notice Ghost walk up behind them, listening to every word they say. They don't notice him until he puts a hand on either of their shoulders, his grip so strong he's certain they will have bruises to remember the encounter by. They both straighten up when they turn to see him, saluting their superior quickly.

"Lieutenant... I." The friend scrambles for some kind of explanation for them gawking at the stranger.

"THAT is the Captain's little sister." He emphasizes the 'that' to assure them he heard their disgusting conversation. "Practically his daughter. And he's rather protective. I'm rather protective of her as well, known her for years." The mens' eyes widen, trembling at his words. "I wouldn't say that again, if I were you. If I ever hear you speak disrespectfully about her again, I'll make you wish you were never born." He threatens the still saluting men, Ghost having to relieve them or walk away before they can stop. He bumps both of their shoulders with his, quickly walking off in the same direction Price's sister went.

His stride is long and quick as he moves towards the large break room that the 141 have claimed for their own. Technically, it's not "their room" though, everyone knows not to go in there. His stride is quick enough that he gets to her before they get to the room.

"Darling." Simon says, stopping the small girl in her tracks at the sound of his thick accent.

"Simon." She squeals excitedly, looking around to ensure she doesn't see anyone before she jumps so she can wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He chuckles, having to hold her up by a tight hugging grip around her waist so she doesn't hang off of his neck.

"Hi sweet girl." And she hugs him tighter.

"Missed you, Si." She says, letting him go and allowing him to place her safely on the ground.

"Missed you too, doll." He says. She beams up at him, looking into his eyes. She can see him smiling under his mask, his eyes uncharacteristically soft when he looks at her.

"Do you know where John is?" She asks for her brother.

"The lads are watching the game in the 141's room, probably with them." Simon responds.

"I was just about to check there. Walk me?" She bites her lip.

"Of course. First, c'mere." She follows his instructions, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on her tippy toes on top of his feet so she can look him in the eyes. He looks up and down the hall, ensuring nobody is coming before swiftly lifting his black balaclava enough for his lips to be exposed and leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. She kisses back but quickly pushes him away.