Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

Sexy Spy

Laswell's voice echoed through the sound proof briefing room, each word laden with urgency and gravity. Ghost, Captain Price, Soap, and Gaz sat in attentive silence, their focus unwavering.

"We have a spy working for the ultranationalists," Laswell began, her tone brisk and commanding. "She's been invaluable to us, feeding us critical intel needed by the CIA. Tomorrow, she's reaching London. And tomorrow night, there's a grand auction at the Hilton. She'll be there."

Laswell's gaze swept over the team, her eyes sharp and unyielding. "Ghost, you'll pose as her security. This mission is non-negotiable. We need her at any cost, and we need her alive."

The room fell into a heavy silence as the significance of the mission settled over them. Ghost nodded, his expression hidden behind his signature mask but his determination palpable.

"We'll get it done," Price said, breaking the silence with his steady voice.

Laswell gave a curt nod, her eyes lingering on Ghost. "Make no mistakes. This operation is critical."

The night of the grand auction at the Hilton had finally arrived. Ghost stood by the entrance, blending seamlessly with the other security personnel. Dressed in black tactical pants, a fitted black t-shirt clinging to his broad and muscular chest, combat boots, and his signature skull-printed balaclava, he exuded an air of quiet menace. His weapon was secured in a thigh holster, and his eyes scanned the crowd meticulously, missing nothing.

The sound of car tires coming to a stop drew his attention. A sleek black limousine pulled up in front of the building. The rear door opened, and a woman stepped out. You wore a black silk backless gown that clung to your figure, accentuated by Louboutin pumps. Your long blonde hair cascaded down your back, and your milky white complexion shone under the hotel lights. At about five feet tall, you moved with an elegance that belied your stature.

Your small, beautiful face framed blue doe eyes that took in your surroundings with a mixture of caution and curiosity. As you climbed out of the limousine, your eyes met Ghost's. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. He gave a subtle nod, acknowledging your presence while maintaining his stoic demeanor.

You entered the hotel, and Ghost fell into step behind you, every sense on high alert. Tonight was crucial. He had to protect you at all costs and ensure that you safely delivered the valuable intel you carried.

The grand entrance of the hotel was a vision of opulence and luxury. Plush carpets muffled the sound of footsteps, while glittering chandeliers cast a warm, inviting glow over the scene. The gentle tinkle of champagne glasses filled the air, mingling with the hum of conversation. Guests gathered in elegant clusters, discussing everything from stocks to fashion trends. To Ghost, the place was a glorified shark tank-a breeding ground for treachery and deceit, hidden beneath a veneer of sophistication.

As you led the way through the gathering, every step was deliberate and poised. Your black silk gown flowed gracefully, drawing subtle admiring glances from those around you. Ghost stayed a few steps behind, a silent shadow, his eyes continuously scanning the crowd, never allowing the slightest vulnerability to show.

He noted every exit, every potential threat, his mind racing through scenarios and contingencies. The stakes were too high for any mistakes. His focus was absolute, his senses honed to a razor's edge. The mission was clear: protect you at all costs and ensure the safe transfer of the critical intel you carried.

Amid the dazzling display of wealth and power, the two of you moved with a purpose that set you apart. To the casual observer, you might have appeared as just another guest with her security detail. But to those who knew, to those who watched with a keener eye, the tension in the air was palpable. The game was on, and every step brought you closer to its deadly conclusion.