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GHOST; The start of us

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem reader

Hi guys! I'm back again, for a while anyway.

Definitley a continuous story, not sure how it's gonna play out but we'll see. This one is quite short so I do apologise.

Again drop any suggestions below, I'd love to hear feedback too!

- S xx

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I always bought Simon tea in the morning. Well, nights too, but that just proves my point even more.

When I first joined the team a few years ago, everyone kept to themselves for the most part - sharing a bit of banter here and there, wishing us goodluck on base or on a mission, but that was it.

Until Price asked me to take a folder to him.

Everyone called him 'Ghost' up to this point. These  were the very early days, not even Johnny could use his name.

Before heading to his office on the ground floor, I decided to make a stop at the kitchen. Using his favourite mug; a plain black one of course, I made tea. Just the way my mother used to make it for me when I was little... not that he cared.

"Lieutennant?" I knocked twice on his door, but was met with silence for a moment, before his voice called out.

"Come in." I twisted the door handle with my free hand, pushing it open gently and stepping inside.

"Documents from Price, and tea. From myself." He looked up from his desk. He looked... confused?

"Thank you.. sargeant." His voice was low, not his usual bossy tone anyway. I smiled, setting the folder infront of him and the tea on the empty pacemat near his laptop. I turned around, beginning to make my exit.

"Goodbye. Enjoy your tea." I closed the door behind me, walking away.

From then on, our eyes would meet more. Just a few seconds, but the glint that shone threw was dangerous, we could both sense it.

From sharing laughs to deep talks on the rooftop, our relationship only went forward. From what I can tell, he enjoyed it. He told me his story, but mentioned he didn't want pity, he wanted distraction.

"Distractions will get you nowhere." I would say, yet he brushed me off, saying it was the only thing that helped. He was stuck - in an endless cycle of pain and pleasure, he'd often go out seeking whatever he can find to get his mind off the past, but the next morning that was all he could think about.

After knowing this, I stayed with him even more. Soap thought it was because of the job, but that couldn't be more far from the truth.

Months went by, and we each got better. Recruits feared Ghost more, if that's possible, missions went as well as they could and the Task Force grew closer, but something else was in the air, I could feel it.

One nighy, after a particularly stressful day, the team decided to get together and have a drink, which was suprising; given Price and his 'professionalism'.

With Gaz and Soap opposite, Price at next to them, and Ghost to my left, we all sat in the booth. The two younger lads decided to get the first round, so off they went. Price was telling us a story, how he met Laswell in fact, but neither me or Ghost paid any attention - just smiling an nodding along.

His hand slithered up my thigh, something he'd done many times before as a comfort thing, but like I said before, something was in the air, and this time felt different.

"So I sat down in my seat, and then she spilled her popcorn all over me!" He began roaring of laughter, me and Ghost akwardly shared a look, before I began laughing nervously. His hand crept higher still, his forefinger hooking onto the waistband of my jeans, something he'd never done before.

The rest of the night was just a blur; the guys came back with a round of shots, some bourbon, whiskey, beer and god knows what else. We got home a little after twelve, as Soap and Ghost had a mini-battle to who gets drunk first, we obviously know who won that.

I stepped into my room, subconciously tugging down my jeans and tearing off my shirt, leaving me in my underwear. I bet you can't guess who barged in at that very second.

The Ghost himself; he was stood there, speechless.

"Sorry, I should've knocked." His tone of voice, it was daring me to say 'get out'.. but I couldn't. I waltzed up to him, placing my hands on his chest; looking up into his eyes...

Fuck what did I do??

"Morning." I heard the gruff sound of his voice from beside me. I sat up, and looked around. Our clothes sprawled out on the floor, making a sort of carpet for us.

"Morning.." I looked forward, rubbing my eyes. I continued to sit up, pondering what to say next. "So what does this mean?" I looked down at him; he was already looking at me.

"What do you think this means?"

"I don't know." I laid back down, still looking. His arm held my chin, and he stroked my jaw with his thumb.

"I just want you to know, nothing changes, alright?" He placed his forehead against mine. "Alright?"

"Alright." I whispered. He kissed me gently, his hand cupping my jawline fully now, as he climbed on top of me.

And that, was the start of us.

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