New favourite
Simon Riley x reader
Fluff
You did not just invite your fucking lieutenant to Christmas, didn’t you? Fucking imbecile!
How could you not? It was after a long exhausting mission, Soap was talking to Gaz, Price smoked a cigar and Ghost just sat in a corner, polishing his weapon, absentmindedly, but he radiated loneliness. Since your the newest addition to the task force, you tried to warm up with everyone, your warm nature usually made it easy for you to connect with people. So, you could not decipher why Ghost seemed to hate it after all? Your small body fell next to him, he gave you an disinterested look, so you rummaged your backpack, pulling out a chocolate bar.
Naturally, you offered Ghost some. He looked at you like he could read your mind, so tall, so intimidating. A blush crept across your cheek, as he took your peace offering, inspected it, pulled up his mask and ate the little sweet. "It's good." A low, deep growl blessed your ears. You could get used to him praising you.
"Thank you, it’s from Christmas, family stuff. You should also come." You stammered, as all eyes landed on you. It slipped out a polite phrase, nothing more, nothing less. He could not have seen the silent longing in your eyes, couldn't he?
A surprised gasp escaped Soap, as Simon nodded. "I will come." He grumbled, a hint of annoyance in his voice. You felt that Ghost was not in the mood to banter with you at that moment, so you stood up and retreated back into your barrack. You invited the Grim Reaper to your home, to celebrate Christmas, he agreed, doesn't he have family? How would that look, a behemoth of a man sitting at your families table? Silent? Disassociating? Commanding? How would a man like him be with your troublesome, loud, colourful family?
You were about to find out.
"Darling? Your back? You look so skinny." Your mum pulled you into a tight hug. "You smell like a battlefield, too." She added as her eyes fell onto the man behind you. Before your noisy mum could ask, Ghost extended his hand.
"Simon Riley, it’s a pleasure. I brought something." His deep voice, usually so commanding and harsh, was pleasant and soft laced with some heartfelt curiosity. He gave your mother beautiful flowers. "
Also some Bourbon for your husband, your daughter told me he'd love that." Simon stated, he has exchanged his tactical mask with a black medical one. You had never told him about that, but Simon read your files beforehand. Your mother pulled him into a tight hug, Simon shrugged. It's been a while since his last motherly hug.
Your mother who was busy with Christmas preparations dictated you, as well as your lieutenant into the shower. He was a guest in your families house after all. Suddenly Simon was not in full gear any more, he was in a wool black hoody, black jeans and the typical ugly Christmas-socks. Your family invited him in with open arms, delightful, extrovert and loving. Everything your lieutenant did not seem to be, everything he seemed to hate about you. Your father inspected Simon sceptically. What did this mountain of a man do so that his little daughter had invited him to family Christmas? He warmed up to him, as Simon handed over his favourite Bourbon.
Your brother and sister, took a little longer to warm up. Your brother was convinced after they found out that they both love Manchester United and hate Arsenal. "Cunts" Your brother sighed. "Fuck Arsenal." Simon added. Both grunted happily and sipped at their beer. The beginning of a livelong friendship.
Your sister was convinced by the way Simon treated your niece and nephew. Played football and PlayStation with your nephew, picked up your niece to decorate the Christmas tree.
Simon was very cordial, not talkative but very cordial, human, less commanding, more socially acceptable.
He saw how you helped out everywhere you could, run errands, picking up the niece and nephew, cooking with your mum, bantering with your father, making the best of the family time you had. Your family time in which you kindly invited him. Simon could never show you how grateful he was, he had no family any more, no warmth, no love, it was just him and the 141 until now. Except, now there was you and your family. After Christmas Eve, Simon was happy, satiated, tired. He sat on the couch. You insisted on cleaning alone, you never spend time alone, just wanted some piece and quite after the troublesome Christmas-days. " Simon, please go to sleep, you're our guest." Your mother tried to convince your lieutenant to rest. He chuckled. "I will, just want to help your daughter a little longer." His reply was humble, polite. Your mother nodded and went up to bed.
It was interesting to see you like this, the always sunny good sport, a little stressed, a little stiff, with a little unease written across your facial features. Simon cleaned up the table, handed you dishes, as you threw them into the dishwasher.
"You are just like your family." Simon stated, the warmth in his voice clearly audible.
"Annoying?" You questioned, since all of them were a stark contract towards Simon.
"Loving." Simon tilted his head, turned you around, pulling you into a tight hug. Simon; Ghost who never touched anyone, hated to be touched, flinched as your mother has pulled him into a hug. What you weren't aware of is that you were just what Ghost needed. He wanted to distant himself from your warmth, but you got under his skin.
Maybe it was the Christmas spirit, maybe it was the eggnog but suddenly you felt Simons chapped, rough lips on yours. He kissed you softly, passionately. Your glossy lips moved on their on, reciprocating the kiss.
You invited him into your family, he invited you into his heart.
"How was playing house? Had a decent Christmas?" Soap teased his L.t a couple of days later, after a long day on base, over a couple of beers. He grunted dismissively, stood up and left the common room.
Gaz nudged Soap, after Ghost left them. "See, he has a new favourite." Soap handed Gaz 50 bucks, Simon headed towards the dark corridors only to check on you.
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