I'm just better. || Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

When I stormed down the hall to my room, ignoring any movement he made to get ahold of me or my attention, I pulled the door shut, tightly, and locking that bitch. I walked across the room, swapping my pants out to thick cargos and putting my normal boots back on. I grabbed my flannel, slipping some blades into my pouches and a Glock in my pocket, extra ammo just in case. 

I waited a few minutes to make sure he wasn't camping outside my door before I left my room, making my way to the exit and outside into the freezing temperatures. I often enjoyed escaping outside when I was stressed or needed to blow off some steam. And right now, I needed both of those things. 

With keen eyesight and remarkable senses, I managed to stalk my way down a dip in the earth, a half mile from base. It let to a shimmering, iced over pond. Taking a deeper breath and letting the chilly air fill my lungs and nip at my bare skin, I fully seized the opportunity to bathe in the environment. 

Now, being outside in -47 degree temperature with nothing but a tank top, cargo pants, and a flannel was a psychopathic idea, right? You'd freeze. Not me. Though, I felt the temperature, it didn't necessarily bother me because I was brought up in extreme temperatures like this. My body had simply found a way to adjust to my needs and this just happened to be one of them.

I looked around at the white, coated terrain and smiled to myself, at ease and aware of most things. I relaxed a good bit too, finding shelter near a tree that lead into a thick, dark oak forest, and decided to camp near it.

Maybe I'm overreacting. I think, contemplating. Maybe he didn't mean it that way. Or maybe he fully meant it that way. And I'm just overthinking everything? I'm not stupid. The touches were far more whatever they were than what they needed to be. And so was he. I'm not crazy. Well, not in that way. 

I stared off into space, thinking and retracing my thoughts in a loop until I heard the slightest change of sound behind me. The crack of a twig. It was far to cold for any animal to be out right now. I narrowed my gaze in the direction I heard the noise, my defenses shooting up.

Then, suddenly, a hand grasped my shoulder by the front and I completely lost it. I tackled whoever it was, a loaded gun at their skull, waiting for my eyes to focus.

It was Ghost, now matted in snow. My face dropped and I quickly got off, sliding the firearm into my waistband.

"My bad." I squeak out, awkwardly. Though, just cuz' I felt like a douche didn't mean I was gonna help him up. He easily pushed himself up.

"Quite jittery, aren't ya'?" He asked, trying to ease the situation.

"Shut up. Your stalking me again." I hissed out, arms crossed. He sighed, his breath coming out in muffled puffs through the mask.

"You ran out into a snow storm. In a tank top." He tried to point out. I looked at him, trying to gaslight him into thinking he was the crazy one for not. He replied with a flat flickered expression of his eyes. I rolled my own.

Stepping forward, his hand wrapped around my bicep.

"What did I say, Sage? Why are you pissed off?" He demanded, his tone dropping a tad, almost serious and cold.

"It's none of your business, now is it?"

"It quite literally is." The words rolled off Riley's tongue like caramel. "I said something. Was it that I'm interested in you?"

I glared at the bark of the tree that I once was just sitting by. 

"That I'm riveted by you?" He asked, confused. "That's not a bad thing, you know? And I don't mean it in any offensive way at all."