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

atm, huh. (6)

He said nothing. I said nothing. Well, until I did.

"How long were you in here?" I snap, scanning him quickly, up and down.

"As long as you were." He said, gaze never wavering.

"And you just didn't say anything?" I growled.

"Well, when I heard your voice, I came but then noticed you gone, so I followed you. You seemed captivated by this room though, so I let you explore it."

"Asshole." I mutter, turning and heading for the exit. He followed with a slight huff at my words, continuing.

"Are you ready to ask me questions?"

"Yeah." I replied walking into the bigger room connected to all the hallways. His footsteps were like heavy thumps on the ground, but still oddly quiet. I kept that in note.

When I reached the point where the hallway met this larger room, I paused. Out in the dining, room people might be there, eating or chatting, and I wanted a private session with him. But I also didn't want to do it in here. Or my room for that matter. 

I fidgeted with one of the many belt straps hanging from my hips and down. His eyes caught onto the subtle movement. 

"We can go chat in my room." he suggested, as if he read my mind. I glanced back at him before back down the hall with a sharp turn at the end. Nodding, I let him get of me, leading the way.

As we weaved our way down the turns and twists of this intricate building, he eventually lead me to his room. It was exactly the same structure as mine except all his belongings were more neatly put away or placed around the room. His bed was made and the gear he wasn't wearing was hung on the hooks dotted along the plain white walls. He had an extra comforter on his bed, and along the side of the bed were 2 more pairs of shoes for different tasks. The bathroom door was shut, but I could only assume it was as tidy as everything else in this room. It almost made me mad how much easier it seemed for him to keep things orderly. 

I shoved the thought aside, focusing on him as he sat on the chair near his bed.

"You can sit on my bed if you'd like." He offered. I glanced at the bed and then to him and with a shrug, I did just that. My back pressed on the frame at the foot of his bed as my feet hung off at the edge, careful not to get my shoes on it. I tugged out the notepad and pen, flipping through to a new page and looking over the paper at him.

"Before we start, I'll make this clear. I don't give out my information for free, much less at all. A question for a question. Deal?" Ghost stated, leaning back and crossing his arms. I shot him a long-sided glance, thinking it over. Fair was only fair. That would be my reaction too, I guess. 

"Fine. I get to start though." I hum, tapping the pen on my cheek again. "What's your full name?"

"Simon 'Ghost' Riley." He replied, monotoned. "What's yours?"

"Y/n. Got family?"

"I had an abusive father. My brother, his wife and kid and my mother all were murdered later though." He spoke, breaking eye contact for a moment before coming back to my eyes. "What's your age?"

"26." I replied, scratching down some notes. "What's with the skull mask?"

"Fucks with the enemies. And to hide my face." 

"Are you ugly?"

"Negative." He paused. "How come your so important to the military?"

"I'm just better." I hiss, holding a sharp glare with him. "What are your weaknesses?"