A Cold Heart Still Beats (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Y/N) [MW2]

Settling in

After getting to know the team a little better over dinner, you headed back to your room. You were thankful that Price was your captain. You'd worked together in the past and it was always nice having someone you're familiar with in a base full of strangers. You creaked the door open, stepping inside.

You walked to the window, opening it to let the cool air in. Rummaging in your bag, you found a pack of cigarettes. You lit a cig and took a drag, the tobacco filling your lungs with that familiar burn. You exhaled the smoke with a sigh, staring out into the distance. Your eyes scanned around the wet grass.

With a flick, the cigarette stump flew off in the distance. Suddenly Ghost came to mind. The earlier encounter was anything but pleasant. You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

"You're overthinking it, Y/N." You mumbled to yourself.

You closed the window and grabbed your journal, sitting down on the bed. You kicked off your boots and sat back against the headboard, pen in hand. You began scribbling.

Saturday
I met everyone. I quite like Gaz. He seems like a gentleman and he was very polite. I of course know Price. He hasn't changed much, honestly. And hasn't got much older either. And then there's Soap. I have a weird feeling around him. He's too positive. Maybe that's just how he is. If I'm being honest, it kinda makes me uncomfortable. And don't even get me started on Ghost. He's a real ass. The bastard managed to get under my skin. Something about him just makes my blood boil. And the mask. I don't get it. But day one wasn't too bad if I'm being honest. Price said we leave to Mexico tomorrow to meet Mexican special forces. I've never been to Mexico. I'm interested in what's to find.

You closed your journal and set it down with a yawn. You crept into bed. Closing your eyes, you felt anxious. Opening them and scanning the room calmed you a little. You imagined things that could go wrong, putting you on edge.

You were restless. Tossing and turning despite how tired you were. Frustrated, you sat up and glanced at your alarm clock.

2:54 am

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. A glance out the window was enough to win you over. You put on your boots, accepting that you won't be sleeping tonight. You left your hair hanging down.

Thump Thump Thump

You walked down the hallway, your boots clicking silently. You found your way into the kitchen. Quietly, you opened numerous cabinets, in search for something to keep you awake. Or put you to sleep.

"Aha." You muttered.

Grabbing a glass, you opened the bottle of whiskey. You poured the golden brown liquid into the glass, swirling it around. Taking a swig, straight from the bottle, it hit your system hard.

"Holy shit..."

This stuff was strong. You put away the bottle and found your way to the front door. You downed the rest of the whiskey and stepped outside, hands in your pockets. The night air stung your skin as you walked. You settled against a tree, sitting on the dampened ground. You took a deep breath, the loud commotion in your head finally settling down.

You closed your eyes, resting the back of your head against the tree. That buzz was already in your system from the alcohol. The moment of solitary peace was broken at the sound of footsteps. You slipped out your knife and crept behind the tree, preparing yourself for who or what's to come.

Thud thud thud

The adrenaline in these situations is what you lived for. A figure appeared. You recognized that skull mask anywhere. Ghost. You rolled your eyes, feeling agitated at his presence. You stepped out from behind the tree, making yourself known.

"Are you here coincidentally or are you stalking me now?" You asked, crossing your arms.

Ghost was startled, though he'd never show it. He sized you up with a scrutinizing gaze.

"So you're the little shit that drank my bourbon, hm? Care to explain, Y/N?" He growled.

You stood your ground, unfazed.

'I didn't know it was his. Hell if I knew, I'd glue the bottle shut.'

You thought to yourself. You opened your mouth to speak, glaring holes into Ghost.

"Why would you assume I'm the one who drank it?" You asked, feeling confident.

"I can smell it from fucking here. And not to mention the glass I found." He spat, crossing his arms impatiently.

Shit. You sighed. Better to come clean than piss him off. Though you weren't intimidated by him, something told you it's be better if you didn't make him angry.

"Alright. Fine. I drank your bourbon, Lieutenant. And I didn't know it was yours."

His eyes narrowed. He didn't like you in the slightest.

"Pull yourself together, sergeant. And in the future, don't go drinking other people's alcohol, is that clear?" He spat, his voice laced with authority.

"Crystal." You shot back, your usual calm voice holding a hint of annoyance.

"Now go back to bed. You have to be rested for tomorrow. We don't need you tired and fucking up on the first day, Y/L/N."

He said before turning and leaving. You stood there for a few moments. The buzz of alcohol was still in your system. With a sigh, you rubbed your eyes.

"What is wrong with me? Get a grip." You said out loud.

You made your way back to your room. Chugging down a litre of water before getting into bed to avoid a hangover. You laid down, staring at the ceiling. You glanced at the clock.

3:24 am

You sighed. You just knew today was going to be a long day. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to drift off into a light sleep, your breaths steady.

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I was thinking of doing a Ghost's POV??? Idk tho. Lmk what you think