Mask Of Shadows | Simon Ghost Riley

"Isabella." I widen my eyes in shock at my name.

"Simon."

"Don't call me that." Ghost says, short and curt. His hand stiffens on the fork he's holding.

"Don't call me that." I reply. Ghost puts the fork down rather roughly, then starts scrubbing a plate with force as if he's channeling his anger into the helpless dish.

"Irritating." He says through clenched teeth, the word almost spat. I can hear his breathing through the mask now, and his voice is low. Gravelly.

"Impossible." I reply, taking the plate from his hands to dry. He turns to me quickly, a little soap sloshing to the floor.

I look up at him, fast. There's nothing else on the entire base other than me and him. Everything else is just background noise.

"Give up, Red."

"Never."

He backs me into the counter, pinning me, the distance between us closing rapidly. When he's this close, less than a foot away, I really wonder just how tall he actually is.

Much taller than me.

The counter bites my back as his words press closer than his body. I feel a shiver ripple through me from the warmth falling in waves off his chest.

Price appears in the doorway, a dark look on his face, his posture curved into a hard line. We both look over at him quickly.

"New information just came in. Suit up, we're breeching tonight."

•Ghost x fem
•slowburn
•18+ (heavy smut)
•in progress (will update Tuesday's and Friday's weekly}