Fighter (Simon Ghost Riley!)

Doctor

"I thought you would have learnt by now" his voice was barely above a whisper. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, the smell of whiskey filled her young nose.

He hummed softly as he ran his finger tips gently up her small arm they erupted in goose pimples a shiver racking her body. He lent forward whispering into her ear.

"Aren't you going to cry?" He asked softly. The girl bit back her tears knowing if she cried she would make it worse for herself.

"Well then" with that sentence her father stuck the orange end of his cigarette into the girls back. She screamed in pain as the burning sensation racked through her body, her father laughed darkly as he repeated the action each time earning a louder scream from the young girl. He gripped her shoulders turning her around harshly staring down into her eyes. He was checking if she was crying. The girl didn't cry, she barely had tears in her eyes anymore, her throat horse from screaming.

"Now.. who's a good girl" he smiled darkly at the girl.

"Stop being a baby" Price laughed as he dug around is Adders shoulder for the bullet. The jabbing of the tweezers almost worse than actually being shot, prices rough hands less than gentle with her wound.

"That's two of you now. Roach couldn't get it you can't get it..." she laughed at the captain as he pulled out the empty tweezers.

"It's a bastard" price defended sighing in defeat.

"Just leave me to do it will you" adder laughed grabbing the tweezers from price. He held his hands up in defeat leaving the rec room and adder to tend to her wounds.

She groaned as she pulled her blood soaked top over her head leaving her in her sports bra and combat trousers. She sat on top of the counter top tools spread in front of her as she began jabbing into her own arm.

The teenage girl sat on her kitchen work surface after removing her blood stained dress. She grabbed a needle a thread groaning in pain as she used a lighter to sterilise the needle. She gently threaded the needle before looking to the wound on her side.

She sighed wincing in pain taking the needle and pushing it through one side of the wound, her hands were shaking as she stitched herself up, her fathers beatings had become worse than when she was younger. She almost thanked her mother in that moment for insisting her daughter learnt to sew.

She tied a small knot burning the end of the string. She gently lowered herself down from the counter finding her fathers whiskey placed neatly on the Adjacent counter.

She thought for a moment before opening the lid taking a large gulp of the liquid. It burned her throat as it entered her stomach leaving a trail of fire as it went. But it numbed the pain.She took another large drink before leaning on the counter, her breath heavy. She heard her fathers car pull into the driveway.

Shit.

"shit sorry I didn't realise-" ghost began as he walked through the door catching the Sargent. He quickly turned around to face the door his back towards the girl.

"Oh...shit... it's fine.. I probably should have done this in my room" she stumbled over her words, she noticed the lieutenant had changed into more casual wear. A light pair of jeans hung loosely on his hips, and his usual thick jacket had been replaced with a tight fitted thin long sleeve top. She watched as his back muscles tensed as his arms came up to his head which was of course hidden by his mask.

" I'm nearly finished" she spoke grabbing a bandage, she began bandaging over the stitches she had just given herself.

"Do you ever take that thing off?" She asked as ghost shuffled his mask around slightly.

"Only for the lucky ladies" he laughed, she watched his broad shoulders rise and fall as he did so.

"Ah fuck!" She exclaimed as she dropped the bandages the end rolled away unraveling as it did so.

"Can I have a hand?" She laughed. She saw ghost tense for a moment before he slowly turned round. His glasses missing as his brown eyes watched her from across the room.

"The bandage" she smiled pointing at the mess on the floor.

"Oh yeah... Um do you wanna put a top on?" Ghost questioned rushing over collecting the bandages. It was no secret he'd seen a women in a lot less clothing than the Sargent was currently in. But it wasn't proper. He was her lieutenant. if price found out he would probably kill him if anything happened between the pair.

"Well I'll need help bandaging my shoulder" adder laughed at the lieutenant he nodded in agreement, his eyebrows pulling together as he silently scolded himself for his statement, standing up once more. Adder moved her legs off the counter to sit at an angle but ghost moved between them. Her breathing caught in her throat at the movement.

He stood between her legs wondering if he should move? If he moved now it would be awkward and weird. But if he didn't would I be awkward and weird?

He began gently wrapping the bandage around adders shoulder. She placed her hand on his shoulder so he could wrap it properly. He could feel her slim fingers gently on his shoulder even through his top. Adder noticed the way the top perfectly clung to ghost outlining all his muscles.

"Fuck!" She yelled her other hand quickly squeezing ghosts free bicep her head dropping to his shoulder in pain. The way the pair were currently was so intimate, adder clinging to ghost. He could help but notice everything about her, her soft skin as his fingers gently brushed it, even the perfume she wore, still lingering in the air after hours of her applying it.

"Shit.. sorry" he mumbled, unwrapping the tight bandage and beginning again. She lifted her head watching as his brown eyes focused on her shoulder. She watched his eyebrows pull down in concentration exposing the cut on the left one. She couldn't pull her eyes away from him. Watching him as he focused on wrapping the bandage tight enough to hold in place but not tight enough to hurt her. He looked up meeting her gaze. They stayed silent for a few moment's.

"All finished" ghost finally spoke clearing his throat slightly. He quickly stepped back from the girl as she slid off the counter. As she turned around he couldn't help but notice hundreds of small circular scars littered across her back, a large vertical scar down her side. He wanted to ask about them. They weren't bullet holes or war wounds... something much worse. But it wasn't his place. Adder quickly pulled her top back on before the four members of shadow company burst through the door.

"Out! private meeting" window spoke looking at the pair. Her voice smug and cold. Adder walked up to the taller woman, her dark eye makeup covering her eyes.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are talking to-" adder began just as annoyed. Widow held her hand up silencing the woman.

"We are the help" she scoffed raising her eyebrow to the smaller women.

"Exactly... the help... don't forget you place." Adder spat before leaving.

"You wanna control that dog of yours ghost boy!" Window called after ghost as he followed adder. Shadow company erupted in laughter at widows words.