Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

Lost in Las Almas pt-2

A nurse arrived with his breakfast tray. "Thanks!" You took the tray from her and placed it in front of him. "Help yourself, Simon!" You smiled.

His gaze lingered on you, his expression softened by your affectionate gesture. He couldn't help but feel a wave of appreciation and something else he couldn't quite name.

"Cheers," he murmured, his voice gruff but carrying a gentleness only you seem to bring out from the gruff lieutenant.

He reached out for the tray and began to eat, his eyes flickering back to you occasionally, a glimmer of fondness shining in them.

"My duty has started. I will come check on you from time to time. Tell me if you need anything." You smiled and walked out the door.

He watched as you exited the room, his gaze lingering on the doorway. His gruff exterior masked his true feelings, though a hint of warmth and affection lingered in his eyes as he thought of you.

"See you soon, luv," he murmured quietly, his voice tinged with a rough, affectionate undertone. He turned his attention back to the food, a glimmer of a smile tugging at his lips.

The whole day, you were checking on him, glancing at him from the window silently, praying that Valeria didn't barge in the hospital.

As the hours passed, Simon grew fidgety and restless, the bandage around his shoulder a constant reminder of how vulnerable he was while recovering from his injury. He fidgeted with the bandage, shifting on the hospital bed. His gaze flickered to the window, and for a brief moment, his eyes met yours. A glimmer of tension flickered across his expression, a silent reminder of the vulnerability he felt at that moment.

At night, you entered his room again. "Hey!" You greeted. "How was your day?"

He glanced up as you entered the room, a soft grunt escaping him in response.

"Bloody well boring," he murmured, his gruff voice tinged with frustration. "Just lying here, not much to be done."

He shifted slightly on the bed as the bandage around his shoulder itched incessantly.

"I am gonna change the dressing of your incision site down your ribs." You said while you took out your kit of fresh bandage and guaze.

He grunted in acknowledgement, a mixture of gruffness and gratitude mingling in his voice. He watched as you carefully removed the old bandage, your touch gentle and precise.

Despite his coarse exterior, there was a small glimmer of appreciation in his gaze as he observed your tender care.

"You are good now." You said as you took a seat beside him. "I was praying the whole day that Valeria doesn't show up here."

His gaze fixed on you, a hint of gratitude mingling with the gruff exterior. "Thanks, luv."

He winced slightly as he shifted on the bed, his shoulder injury protesting the movement.

At the mention of Valeria, a flicker of fear crossed his expression before he masked it with a stoic scowl. "Bloody hell, let's hope not."

"Careful Simon!" You said as you stood up to help him.

He grunted, a sheepish expression crossing his face at being caught off guard by your warning.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm being careful," he muttered gruffly, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "You don't need to mother hen me."

"You are impossible..." You chuckled.

His gruff demeanour softened a bit as he heard your words.

"Impossibility's my speciality." He replied, a soft chuckle rumbling through his chest. "Don't you know that by now?"