Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

Bully

"He was the devil she was praying for,
She was the angel he was going to hunt."

The tension in the briefing room grew the moment you walked in. The air was thick. Captain Price introduced you to the team. "This is y/n, our new recruit," Price announced, his deep voice carrying over the murmurs. The other men in the room cheered and clapped, welcoming you warmly. Except for him.

Ghost sat across the table, his eyes locked on you, unmoving, while the others greeted you. You didn't notice him at first, too busy nodding and smiling at the overwhelming attention. But his eyes, dark and calculating, never left you.

You were only 5 feet tall, your cherubic face with angelic features contrasted by a sharp jawline and big doe eyes. A small, cute nose and cherry plump lips completed your delicate appearance. Your gym-honed body was perfectly sculpted, your porcelain skin almost glowing under the harsh lights. You looked like you belonged in a painting rather than a war zone. And as Ghost stared at you from across the room, something clicked in his mind.

You were y/n. The same girl from high school. The one he used to torment, the one who never fit in. Back then, you had been a tomboy, always trying to keep up with the boys, rough around the edges. But now, as you stood in front of him, you were breathtaking. A far cry from the girl he had once bullied.

He couldn't believe you were here. After all these years, you were right in front of him, even more stunning than before. You didn't recognize him, though. He had changed, grown taller, more muscular, harder around the edges. But you were still tiny, still fragile, and his mind raced with the possibilities of tormenting you again. You might have forgotten him, but he remembered everything.

As the weeks passed, you noticed him. His presence was impossible to ignore. Ghost was intimidating, his towering frame, masked face, and cold demeanour sent shivers down your spine. From the start, you had a bad feeling about him. Something in the way he looked at you, the way his eyes lingered too long, made your skin crawl. You tried to avoid him at all costs. You changed your path whenever you saw him coming, hid in the corners of the base, stayed in your room, and skipped meetings just to avoid crossing his path.

Every time Ghost entered a room, your body tensed. Every time you heard his voice, your stomach dropped. He was everywhere, always watching, always present, like a shadow you couldn't shake off. But today, you were determined to get through your routine without him looming over you.

You hurried down the hallway, your boots echoing against the concrete floor, heading to the training yard for drills. Your mind raced with thoughts of how to avoid any interaction with Ghost. You'd been careful so far, but fate had a cruel way of shoving you directly into his path.

As you rounded a corner, you froze.

There he was, standing in the middle of the hallway, blocking your way. He wasn't doing anything, just standing there, his large frame clad in tactical gear, his skull-patterned mask concealing his face. But that was enough to send a wave of unease coursing through you. His presence alone was enough to stop you in your tracks.

You quickly lowered your gaze, hoping to slip past him without saying a word, but the moment you took a step to the side, Ghost moved with you, deliberately blocking your path.

"Where do you think you're going, y/n?" His deep voice was cold, a teasing edge creeping into his tone. He always said your name like a weapon meant to cut you down.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure. "I'm just heading to the yard," you mumbled, keeping your eyes focused on the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.

He stepped closer, his body looming over you, casting a shadow that felt suffocating. You could feel the heat of his proximity, his presence so overwhelming that it made your heart pound in your chest.