SIMON RILEY (GHOST) X Y/N
(this doesn't contain too much smut)
The yellow brittle dust rolled across my knees and masked face, crouching down, all limbs in and my weapon ready at all times. My hands were covered in cuts from previous missions that I was sent before. The cuts were not that deep but one scar on my face from an enemies knvies was. I remember clearly how he slid across the knife with hatered in his eyes, wishing that could stop me from trying to kill him. But it only just made me want to hurt him even more.
The black balaclava only covered my mouth and nose since the scar could easily get infected, my hands were govered by the black dirty gloves and my body was weighing down with a bullet proof vest. The long trench boots covered my feet just right in case of any trip wires or traps set out in the battle area.
I was partenered up with someone called Ghost, but I haven't even met him yet. I guess he really lives up to the name.
Soft grunting comes from just around the building, and I begin to start crawling on my feet slowly to see who it was. A tall man with a army vest, army uniform and helmet holding a XM4 tightly to his chest, limping his foot across with blood dripping from his wound. I hold up my own M4A1 Gunsmith to my cheekbone to align the eye vision directly to his body and began to shoot across the room.
After he fell down I rushed to see what he had on him, if he had any bandages or anymore weapons avaliable for me. I grab whatever is left from him and continue my mission. Jogging to one building throughout another whilst looking out for any enemies was quite the task.
The evening begun to settle as the sky was getting darker and darker, knowing that this is the best time to hunt for each other as no one can see. I walk into an old abanonded bar hoping to find something to drink and heal my wounds. Holding up my gun to my cheekbone once again using the infrared vision to scan for any corpses in the bar, I slide across with my feet slowly and carefully enough to not make noise.
Moving around myself and pitching my own ears for any sounds I hear a deep voice shouting "Duck down!" I do as said so when I notice a grande thrown over, I immidiately got up and ran as fast through the old fallen wooden doors to only feel a strong grip around my arm dragging me in a different direction.
"Let me go!" I shout at them as I try to escape from their grip but no matter how hard I tried the grip was too tight. "Shut up. I am on your side.." The tall figure says whilst covering me throughout the explosion. My eyebrows narrow together and my eyes try to squint to look at him but all I could see are his dark eyes.
"You're Ghost?" I ask in confusion, "Why didn't you say-" he interrupted me, "For fucks sake, shut up till we get somewhere safe!" he damnded and didn't even take a peak down at me. I stayed quiet knowing I wouldn't want to get on his bad side and followed him throughout the different tunnels there were underneath the battle area.
He finally took the last turn and showed me where he would stay whenever he was wounded or needed any backup. The only light that was avaliable was a candle light and to be honest it let up the little grotto. He settled down on a chair full of dust and half broken as his eyes lingered across my body.
"What." I ask in a rude manner, "I don't think you should be rude sweetheart, afterall I did save you." I rolled my eyes at his comment and looked around the grotto, it wasn't that big but nor too small. It had a chest full of first aid kits and any weapons he needed. "So you are the Ghost." I mumble under my breath, "Yes.." his cold voice didn't sound to pleased with the nickname. "So how did you know who I am." I ask out of curiosity, "Just knew." he once again sid coldly.
I nod and settle down my weapon, "A true soldier does not put his gun down." I look behind me and gave him a cold and unwanted stare. "Don't care." I say as I retun back to looking at the first aid that he had. "Take off your mask." He says as the chair creaks back knowing he leaned back, I keep my back towards him as I still ruffle through the chest, "No." I simply gave him the same cold and unphased answeres he would give too. Recieve what you give.
Eventually I find the right first aid kit for my wound on my face, so I take off my maks slowly knowing the material is stuck to the dry blood, I take the alcohol out of the box and unscrewed the cap, pouring onto a cotton pad and dabbing it onto the wound, "Fuck.." I mumble under my breath as my hand is curled tight into a fist and my eyes shut along with my face muscles contracting together.
Ghost stands up and turns me around by my waist as he grabs the cotton pad and dabs it softly across my face, I open my eyes, meeting with his own eyes as I tried to soften my look. "Didn't know you helped." I comment with a small smile, "I don't you were just doing it wrong." He chuckles and helped to bandage my face.
Sliding a gauze across the wound and a bandage over it with small tape across the material to hold it, he did know his shit. I clench my jaw and let him continue his job. "Unclench your jaw." he said stenrly as he stopped helping me, "Why?" my eyes squint together with my eyebrows narrowing, "I can't work on you if you keep your muscles contracted can I?" he mumbled as he noticed I stopped clenching my jaw in order to allow him to work. "Thank you." he whispered and finshed off.
I sighed as I watched him take his seat once again, "You look better wihtout the mask on." he complimented my face as I raise my lip and look at him up and down giving him the diritest look. "Unnecessary." he commented as I continued to heal my own wounds.
I took off my bullet proof vest, along with my black camo jacket and longsleeve top, standing with just a black tank top hugging my body with my camo trouseres and the gun holster filled with more pockets of ammunition and different pocket knvies or knife spinners. Ghost looked at me up and down, scanning my own figure as his legs were spread apart with his gun in between resting.
I grab another first aid kit and lift up my tank top as I notice the cut along my stomach from the other mission. I try my best to clean it up but I couldn't control the small flinches, till I looked up and noticed his eyes were focused on my hands and the wound. I swallow my pride and ask "Care to help?" as his eyes rise showing me that he is smiling "Thought you wouldn't ask.."
As he gets up a shiver is sent down my spine knowing that now I am more than exposed to him. He grabs the cloth and cleans up the excess blood on my stomach and the wound itself, "If you would stop moving it would be better." he groans as he tried his best to focus, till I feel his strong grip latching onto my wrists together holding them down behind me and focusing on my eyes. There were no words exchanged between us but only the sensation as he stepped closer, towering over me.
My tongue brushes across my lips as my breath becomes more scattered and try to only focus on his eyes. He leans over to my ear and whisperes in a deep voice "I'd love to show you a good time." he backs away slowly and lets go slowly of my wrists and grabs onto my waist and makes my body touch the weapon separating the two over our bodies.