Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

The Bodyguard pt-3 (smut)

The days blurred together as you fell into a routine, your life now a monotonous cycle of office work and quiet nights at home. The looming threat of Diego still hovered over you, casting a shadow on your every move. As you went about your day, from the office to your home, you barely stepped out, your freedom restricted by the constant presence of danger.

Through it all, Ghost remained an unshakable constant in your life. His watchful eyes never strayed from you, his imposing presence always near, whether in the sterile corridors of the office or within the safe confines of your home. He was always there, a silent guardian, a protector who never wavered in his duty to keep you safe. The predictability of your routine was something he welcomed. It made his job easier, and as long as Diego's threat lingered, that was all that mattered to him.

But even Ghost couldn't ignore the way your eyes sometimes darkened with the weight of isolation, the loneliness creeping in when the days blurred together and you found yourself confined within these walls.

One evening, as you sat across from him in the quiet of the living room, the stillness broke. You looked up from your phone, your fingers lightly tapping on the screen as you spoke, the thought forming in your mind.

"I'm thinking about celebrating my birthday," you said, your voice a mixture of resolve and a hint of excitement. "I am arranging a birthday party."

Ghost's eyes flicked toward you, his expression unreadable behind the mask. He knew you'd been restless lately, but the thought of you hosting a celebration, opening yourself up to the world, filled him with a sudden tension. To him, it was more than just a party. It was a risk. A risk he couldn't control.

"Why?" His voice was low, almost cold, a sharp edge to it as he kept his gaze locked on you.

"I'm bored," you admitted, your voice betraying a weariness you hadn't shown him before. "It's taking a toll on my mind. I need to refresh. Something different. A change."

Ghost didn't answer immediately, his jaw tightening as he processed your words. He understood the need to break free from the monotony, but the thought of you surrounded by others, exposed, vulnerable, stirred an instinctive protectiveness within him. He wanted to say no, to shut the idea down entirely, but he also understood the weight of your restlessness. Still, it didn't make him feel any less uneasy.

"Who's gonna be there?" His question was blunt, his voice dropping an octave, tinged with suspicion.

"My friends, my uncle, aunts," you replied, your voice casual, though there was an underlying sense of tension. "Only immediate family. It's at a banquet near here. I've already picked the place. It's all set."

Ghost's eyes narrowed at the mention of the guest list. Immediate family, your inner circle, he noted. That minimized the potential risk, but it didn't erase it. It never erased it. His mind raced, calculating every angle, every possible threat. He wanted to argue, to insist that this was a bad idea, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Tomorrow was already set in stone. The party was happening, and nothing he said could change that.

"It's tomorrow. I've already booked the hall," you added, as if reading the thoughts flickering in his mind.

Tomorrow. The date was already in place. Ghost's jaw clenched, frustration simmering under the surface. He let out a long, irritated sigh. The thought of you out there, in a crowd, exposed to God knows who, was almost more than he could bear. But he knew there was no turning back now. He wouldn't allow this to be a failure. He would make it work. He had to.

"What time?" he asked, his voice barely masking the tension that clung to his every word.

"Evening, around seven o'clock," you replied, not missing the tightness in his tone.