Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Johnny 'Soap' Mctavish x Reader- Ghostie, Hot Stuff And Trouble
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Warnings: Hacking, Flirting, Some sexual innuendos
Johnny flirts first, of course he does, the moment he sees you, the newest member of the team, a hacker, he couldn’t resist.Â
Partially because he wanted to see how flustered you would get from his flirtation. But also because he couldn’t deny that you were so goddamn beautiful, standing out compared to everyone else in the room who was wearing either grey or black, you were wearing something colourful and bold.
Something that differed from what would normally be found in an environment such as this, but standing out didn’t seem to phase you at all.Â
And that’s what made you all the more alluring to Johnny.
He had to talk to you.Â
To flirt with you.Â
How could he not?Â
So, with that thought in mind, he didn’t hesitate in striding over to your computer and leaning over the top of the monitor, his eyes fixed on you.Â
“Well isn’t that cute,” you muttered to yourself, your eyes still locked on the screen in front of you, your fingers working across the keyboard at an almost lighting speed.Â
You were hacking into a database that was apparently un-hackable; but so far, you couldn’t really understand how anyone had come to that assessment. You could’ve hacked into this system years ago, before you had any form of legal training.Â
You were so wrapped up in the database, that you were completely oblivious to the appearance of Johnny; who now had a slight pink tint on his cheeks as he tried to process what you’d just said.Â
“Don’t know if I’ve ever been described as cute before, Bon” he said with a smirk; waiting for your eyes to flicker up to his.Â
But they didn’t.
“Not you, this apparently unhackable database,” you stated, your eyes remaining focused on the screen.Â
“Well that’s a wound I don’t know if I’ll ever recover from,” he mumbled, placing his hands across his heart, feigning pain.Â
For a brief moment, your eyes glanced up at him, briefly acknowledging his actual existence.Â
You recognised him from the file you'd been given this morning by Kate; Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' Mctavish, was the man standing behind your computer monitor.
He wasn’t cute.Â
Not in the traditional sense.
Cute is what you’d describe a baby animal as, and the man in front of you was not that.Â
He was sexy and handsome, in a sort of rugged way that looked like it came with bad decisions.
Johnny noticed.Â
Of course he did.Â
“Caught ye looking, Bon,” he whispered, that familiar smirk tugging at the side of his lips.Â
“I look at a lot of things,” you said, your eyes drifting back down to the computer, your fingers not slowing in the slightest.Â
“And what d’ya think?” He inquired with raised eyebrows.Â
“I still don’t think you’re cute,” you continued, clicking the keys on the keyboard effortlessly, “hot would probably be the word best used to describe you,”
Johnny pretty much froze on the sport there and then.Â
That was not the answer he was expecting to come from you; but his normal flirtatious, confident composure quickly returned.
“Oh, hot is it?” He echoed, his voice dropping a notch lower again, the thickness of his accent coming out, “ye should be careful Bon, start saying things like that and I might start thinkin’ ye like me,”
“I’m simply making an observation,” you answered coolly, biting back a smile as your eyes continued to read through the lines of code on the screen.Â
Johnny nodded, beginning to walk around your desk, sitting on the edge of it, his eyes never leaving you.
“And what other observations would you make about me?”
“That you’re trouble,” you continued without missing a beat, “the charming kind, which is arguably worse,”
“Hot and charming,” he grinned, a soft laugh falling from his lips, “high praise indeed from someone as beautiful as ye, Bon,”
“Does that type of flattery work on everyone, hot stuff?” You quipped teasingly; but your question was also filled with genuine curiosity.Â
Given his confidence, you assumed it did, how was the more pressing question you had.Â
He opened his mouth to answer, but before he got the chance, a deeper voice echoed from behind the Scotsman, the heavy sound of footsteps getting closer to your desk, “Johnny,”
Johnny’s grin faltered just slightly as he glanced over his shoulder, but it didn’t disappear.Â
Not completely at least.Â
“You’re hoverin’,” the man said flatly, standing on the other side of your desk, where Johnny had previously stood.Â
Johnny leaned back on your desk like he owned the place, arms crossing casually, “I’m simply welcomin’ our newest addition, Lt. Thought that was encouraged,”
Lt.Â
You didn’t need to look up to know who it was that was standing behind your desk now; based on the very vague information you'd received this morning you deduced that this was Lieutenant Simon Riley.Â
All you knew about him was that he didn’t talk much, and that he wore a skull mask; which you had to admit you found both completely endearing and totally hot (but you blamed TikTok and the masked men that would show up on your feed for that).Â
“Not like that,” Simon replied.
Interesting’ his words made you think, a quiet smile tugging at your lips as you continued tapping away on the keyboard.Â
“Depends,” you chimed in, finally glancing up, your gaze flicking between the two men like you were assessing variables in a system, “is this standard onboarding procedure, or am I just lucky?”
Johnny chuckled, leaning forward slightly, “this is a standard onboarding procedure when done by me,”
“Which is why you never do them,” Simon stated matter of factly.
Johnny simply rolled his eyes in response, “C’mon Si, I’m great with people,”
“Great at invading people's personal space and distracting them,” Simon countered back, folding his arms across his chest, clearly making another valid point, before you felt his eyes on you.Â
Simon’s attention towards you wasn’t like Johnny's; it was intense, as though he was trying to work out where you’d fit into the team and if you were worth the space you were taking up.
You tilted your head slightly, meeting his stare, “I can multitask,”
You barely noticed the slight shift in his posture as a result of your response, it was fleeting, so quick that if you’d blinked you could’ve missed it.Â
Was it approval? Interest? Something more? Something less? It was hard to tell under the mask, but it was definitely a reaction that you hadn’t been expecting.Â
Johnny, however, was far less subtle.
“Always a good skill to have,” he said with a wink that made a small chuckle fall from your lips unlike Simon who simply huffed in response.Â
“Is it a skill you possess, hot stuff?” You repeated the phrase back to him and swore you saw a light shade of pink spread across his cheeks.Â
“No, it’s not,” Simon answered before Johnny could say anything in response.Â
“Is that more your skill set instead, Ghostie?” You repeated your question, turning your attention back to Simon, meeting his gaze once again.Â
“Ye’re one brave lass, Bon, one very, very brave lass,” Johnny said, the amusement clear in his voice as his eyes darted between you and Simon as though he was watching a tennis match.Â
“You should focus on your work,” Simon stated, ignoring your question.Â
“I already finished it,” you replied with a smug grin, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly, “like I said, it was cute, could’ve hacked into it years ago,”
“Jeez, Bon, ye’re a genius,” Johnny praised, not hiding how truly impressed he was with your skill.Â
For a brief moment, Simon looked confused, his eyes narrowing as he walked around the desk to see the screen that was once filled with code, was now gone.
The confusion in his eyes quickly morphed into something else; as though he was impressed by what you’d just done; but that expression quickly vanished as he stood upright, regaining his normal composure, “I’ll let Price know,”
“Already done,” you added, leaning over to grab your cup of coffee, sipping it as you leaned back in your office chair.Â
“You’re efficient,” Simon pointed out bluntly; but you noticed the way the words slightly sounded like praise.Â
“You sound impressed,” you grin once again, taking another sip of your coffee.Â
Simon didn’t answer; and you took that as a silent admission that he was in fact impressed, otherwise he would’ve just brushed the comment off with a rebuttal.Â
His silence spoke volumes.Â
“Fuckin’ hell, ye’ve even got Si impressed, Bon..” Johnny muttered, leaning down so only you and he could hear his words, “what other skills do ye have?”
“A lot, but that’s for you and Ghostie to figure out, hot stuff,” you smirked mischievously before setting your coffee cup back down on the desk.Â
“Soap, Ghost, mission briefing, now,” the familiar voice of Captain Price came from the other side of the room, halting Johnny's words before he could utter them.Â
“Ye’re trouble,” Johnny chuckled with a shake of his head as he rose up from your desk.Â
“The best kind, but you can always call me Y/n/n, if you prefer,” you said jokingly, as Johnny and Simon walked away from your desk to the mission briefing room.Â
“We’re fucked, y’know that right, Si?” Johnny whispered to Simon as they made their way towards the briefing room.
“Yeah, I know we are, Johnny,” Simon sighed, pushing the door open for Johnny to walk through, briefly glancing back at you, seeing you tapping away at your computer once again.Â
Simon knew Johnny was right in what he was saying and in what he said to you.Â
You were trouble; and he, much like Johnny, was completely captivated by you.Â
There was no doubt, you were going to be the topic of many a conversation between him and his boyfriend in the days that followed.
