Call of Duty Oneshots

His Purse | Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Sitting at the local bar, you, Soap, Gaz, Ghost and a few other people from the base were having a few drinks after a very long week.

You had Ghost on your right with Soap and Gaz on the left while the rest scattered the bar.

"There's no way there's cake," Gaz argued with you as he pointed at the TV. "Are you fuckin' blind?!" You shout with a tipsy smile. "I'll be right back," Ghost said quietly into your ear before slipping away. You nodded and continued your conversation.

"The last one, I gave you props but that? Absolutely not cake." Gaz crossed his arms and rested them on the bar. "You know she's seen every episode, why do ya bother?" Soap said before taking a drink of his mixed drink.

"See," you tilted your chin nonchalantly at the TV as a woman was cutting into a book that was made out of cake.

"Son of a-" Gaz grumbled before his hands went to his face in frustration. "Stop trying to be smarter than her. She's smarter than the 3 of us put together." Soap said as Ghost approached from behind you.

You felt his hand over your lower back. "Price says it's time to go. Head out and we'll pay the tab." Ghost said as he looked between us.

You walked outside the bar. You stopped to wait for the boys when you heard footsteps next to you. You glanced up seeing a burly, gross looking man approaching you. You internally sighed and looked away from him.

"Hey there, pretty lady." he drunkenly said. "Fuck off," You say without looking back up. "Don't be like that. Just wanted to say hi." the alcohol on his breath made you lean back. When you looked up, he was closer than you thought.

Fussing with his wallet, Ghost walked out of the door and felt a hand on his chest. "LT," Soap said with an odd tone. Ghost looked up, his brows furrowed as he focused on a man talking to you. He shook his head, "She can handle herself." He grinned under his mask as he pushed his wallet into his back pocket and walked over, still feeling a tinge of jealousy.

As he approached you, he heard you laying into the man, using colorful words and pointing in his face. Knowing the tone you were using, he slipped two fingers into the middle belt loop to secure you, just in case.

"What the fuck do you want?" the man swayed as he glared at Ghost. "Don't talk to him like that." You snapped at the man. The man's next words were a blur, you only needed to hear the derogatory term and you cocked your fist back, landing a harsh punch across his chin.

You felt a pull on your pants and knew it was Ghost. An arm was around your waist before you could land another punch and were being carried towards the bus through the parking lot.

Soap and Gaz walked behind you and Ghost, laughing their asses off at the man that laid on the ground, gripping his chin.

"Simon, put me down." You said with a grin, your knuckles throbbing. "Are you gonna punch anyone else?" he asked with a smile under his mask. "If they keep being assholes, maybe." He tightened his hold. "Then, no. You're my purse until we get to the bus."