Simon Ghost Riley
🌊🛢️|fuck it.
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You and Ghost are like water and oil.
Every mission felt like a battleground inside a battleground. Heated stares, snide remarks, the constant push and pull of two people too stubborn to stand down. You clashed over plans, over decisions, over who got to lead point - and neither of you ever gave an inch.
Tonight was no different.
The op had gone sideways, badly. Intel was off, backup was late, and now the two of you were walking through the dark, deserted edge of a town that should've been cleared.
You almost got us both killed back there,Ghost snapped, voice low and venomous. You turned sharply, glaring.
I made a call when you hesitated. Don’t blame me because your perfect plan fell apart.He stalked toward you, boots crunching over gravel.
You don't think, you react - always. That reckless shit is gonna catch up with you.
And yet, here I am,you shot back, eyes locked on his.
Still breathing. Still saving your ass.Silence hung heavy. Your chest was rising fast, adrenaline still coursing through your veins - not from the mission, not anymore, but from him. The tension snapped. He closed the distance in a breath, backing you up until your spine met cold brick. His hands slammed to the wall beside your head, caging you in. His mask was inches from your face, breath heavy, eyes wild with something you couldn’t name.
Do you even hear yourself?he growled.
I’m not afraid of you,you whispered, heart hammering. His voice dropped, husky and rough.
Maybe you should be.And then something shifted. The fury in his eyes didn’t disappeared - it morphed. Into something darker. Wanting. His gaze dropped to your lips for just a second before snapping back up.
Fuck it,he breathed.