Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

Unbearable

"The mission was a fuck up because of you Lieutenant". You entered the safehouse with him following after. Your uniform messy, hair dishelved. "I nearly died because of you."
He was your superior but you were always fighting with eachother.

Your words cut through the air like a knife, sharp and edged with disappointment. Ghost's composure remains outwardly calm, the only visible reaction the slight tightening of his jaw beneath the skull balaclava.

"The mission went sideways," he responds, his tone low and measured, betraying just a hint of defensiveness. "I can't control every variable, princess."

"Shut up! I am not your princess LT. I am a sergeant." You spat.

Ghost's eyes narrow, the tension in the room crackling like a livewire. He takes a step closer to you, his towering form looming above you.

"You're right," he retorts, his voice a low growl. "You're not a princess. You're a sergeant who's acting like a damn child, throwing a tantrum because things didn't go your way. Grow up."

"You need to grow up Ghost." You shot back.

"Oh, I need to grow up?," he snaps, his patience wearing thin. "You're the one who can't even follow a simple order without arguing. Who's the child here? You're damn insubordinate and reckless."

His eyes raked over your form, taking in your petite stature and the way your uniform clung to your curves. He hated how goddamn perfect you were. His eyes darkened with a mixture of irritation and desire.

"LT! You nearly got me killed and you are still denying. The bomb just exploded near me. If it wasn't for my decision making I wouldn't be here alive." You crossed your arms on your chest.

The reminder of your near-death experience sparks a pang of guilt in Ghost's heart, but he quickly pushes it aside, masking it with a scoff.

"You put yourself in that situation," he snaps. "I gave you orders for a reason. But you never listen; you always have to do things your damn way."

"Oh God damn you are impossible LT. I just can't anymore with you." You said as you sat on the couch."

"Yeah, the feeling's mutual," he grumbled, leaning against the wall and watching you. Despite his irritation, his eyes were drawn to the way your hips curved when you sat down.

"Can't believe I am doing this with you." I gritted my teeth in frustration.

Ghost's gaze locked onto you again, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smirk.

"Doing what, exactly?" His voice a deep, velvety low rumble.

"Nothing." Just go to sleep.

"Oh, now you want me to go to sleep, princess?" He chuckled, pushing himself off the wall and stalking towards you. "You make it sound like I'm the one who's causing all the trouble around here."

"You are my superior and I am giving you the benfit of doubt. I spare you. Now please spare me." I clasped my hands together.

Ghost's smirk widened, the sight of you pleading with him was doing things to him in ways he never imagined.

"Oh, so you're sparing me now? How generous." He drawled, taking another step towards you, closing the distance between you. "And what exactly am I supposed to spare you from, sergeant?"

I took off my boots throwing them away across the room. I clutched the cushion. "I am gonna sleep peacefully now." I said.

Ghost's eyes widened as you kicked off your boots, revealing your sock-clad feet. the sight sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.