I'm just better. || Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

Obsessed at first glance...?? (2)

A/N; This chapter shouuuuuld be longer??

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I was busy setting up different things in my room like my bedding and putting out my nessisary equipment such as; various electronic tools, files, weapons, and clothing which hung on a hanger in the closet. I took my bathing items and set the bag on the floor in there before coming back to the middle of the floor, looking around.

In an entirely separate bag, which was quite smaller than the rest, held many instant noodle packets and non-perishables. I glanced between the bag and then the files sprawled out on my bed. Each one was information that I had snatched up about each task force member here and how useful and unless they could be. I glanced back at the food.

I could eat and work. 

With a shrug, I grabbed a file, reading through it while digging through the bag with my hand, searching for an cup-o-noodle. Once I had grabbed it, I looked around the room for a microwave.

Fuck me.

No microwave. I stared at the door. 

I bet they're all eating dinner right now too.

Rubbing an eye, I reluctantly walked out of the room and down the hall, the file in one hand as i skimmed through it. It was about some guy here named Gaz.

When I took a turn, I was met with a rather large eating room and many upon many members rambling on to each other, sitting at tables or different points around the room. My eyes caught onto a microwave across the room with a sink next to it. 

I made my way across the room, and felt the expected amount of eyes on me as I went. I snapped the file closed as I neared the area I was trying to get to, but as I walked, I felt a harsh, cold shudder race through my spine, forcing time to slow for a moment. 

A challenging set of eyes was watching me just as closely as I would to anyone else, and it completely threw me off. 

I shifted my attitude back, shutting down that vulnerable feeling and ignoring any screaming nerves that tried to work me up. I slipping the top of the noodle cup off, filling water to the line and letting it microwave for the appropriate amount of time. As I waited, I slowly turned, my narrowed stare trying to find the one that attempted to intimidate me.

My eyes met ones that were hidden behind a skeleton skull mask. The one I assumed they called Ghost, their 'best'. It humored me, if anything. We kept up a staring game for a hot minute until I got bored and glanced over at the noodles, with 3 seconds left.

Popping the door open, I took them out, and strode back to the the hall I had come from. Though, before I could make it to the turn, Soap popped up.

"Hey! Hey, Sage. Before you leave again, since your already out here why don't you try that talking to other people thing? Yeah?" He suggested, tugging the sleeve of my flannel. I glared at him. Glancing back at the table he had come from, I saw Konig, Ghost, Gaz, and Keegan.

"Absolutely not." I snapped, turning to keep walking. He quickly caught up.

"Please. Come on. I get your like, suuuuper introverted, but you gotta get to know us. It'll help you on our mission!" He urged, latching onto my jacket again.

"I have files. I don't need to get to know you." I grumble, shaking his hand again and disappearing down the hall. Fucking annoying.

The second I entered my room, I quickly shut and locked the door.

"Introverted?? I'm not introverted." I mumble, placing the noodles on a table that I was bound to forget. I shook the thought of his comment before taking pen to files and jotting down detailed notes on every single person. 

It was about 9:00 PM and I had went through every file on everyone known to man. It gave me all the information I needed about all of them. Except Ghost.

With a loud, annoyed sigh, I laid on the floor, staring up at the mostly blank paper. It only had his name, age, weight, height, the general stuff along with some of his skills, but the description of his pros and cons were vague. In the cons area, his weaknesses, it read 'None notable.' 

What a fucking nuisance. 

I glanced over at my noodle cup, deeming it to be cold before pushing myself up and slurping it down anyways, cuz' who was I if not a weirdo at times. 

I stared at the file for a moments more and then moved towards the door, setting the noodle cup back down. I walked down the hall, poking my head around the corner where everyone else eating a few hours ago and seeing it almost bare.

Almost bare as in there was a singular person standing near a table, staring down at it and some other papers. Just the person I was looking for.

I silently made my way over to him, opening my mouth to say something until he quickly cut me off.

"Don't talk to me unless you know me. And if you don't know me, then you shouldn't be talking to m-" Halfway through his sentence, Ghost looked over at me, only to take a double take at the end, his eyes locking onto mine and falling into silence.

My brows furrowed in agitation, quickly cutting my voice through the edgy quiet.

"Shut up and listen to me. You and me, tomorrow. I want to brawl with you. Your file offers me no information on you and I'd rather find it out now instead of when, say for example, we are in the middle of a shootout and there is nowhere to go but fight and you don't have good enough skills." I growl out, waiting for a reaction. The tall, bulky guy stayed dead quiet, his eerie gaze set on my face, unwavering. I noticed the slightest narrow of his eyes before he replied.

"Understood." He hissed out. 

No backtalk? Surprising.

I nodded, glancing over the papers he was working on before turning and leaving.

The whole walk until I took that life-saving turn into the hallway, I felt his fixed stare on my body, examining every single detail and movement the whole time.  The second I made the turn, I let out a sigh I didn't realize I was holding.

"Fuck.." I mutter to myself.