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

Riley. Say it. (7)

"I know that. It's the way you said it." I shot back.

"The way?? My tone of voice, or how I worded it?" 

I frowned. 

"Look- I'm-.. Look at me Sage." Ghost insisted, grabbing my face with some fingers on my neck, his hand once again slipped from his glove. How strange.

"I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you. I'll make you something to eat. You can relax in my room, or your room, or wherever you want and you can ask away with all the questions." He offered, tilting his head down a bit to fully meet my gaze so I didn't have to strain my own eyes glaring up at him. I considered it. 

I glanced back at the tree, moving against his hand, until I noticed how cold Ghost really was.

"Please-" He started.

"Fine, yeah that sounds fine." I cut in, pulling away from his hands. 

I sat awkwardly at the edge of his bed as he was dealing with Soap outside the door. Glancing around, I fully examined his room this time, instead of quick peeks. I checked under his pillow to satisfy earlier thoughts, and I did in fact see a hand gun there. Along with the first aid kit from earlier, and a little notebook. I wanted to reach and open it but I felt that might be wrong.

Glancing at the door, I reached for it, cuz' I'm nosy and go against my own word. The second my hand landed on the cover, Simon walked in. I looked back at him in surprise, dropping it. He stared from my hand, then to the book and then met my eyes.

"it's not very entertaining. Just army notes, a journal I write in when I get bored and feel like putting something in." He explained, walking around the bed and sitting on the chair he previously sat in. 

"You can get comfortable. I'll go make that food for you. You can also look at or do whatever you want in here."  Ghost added before leaving. He was making me some cup-o-noodle. What was with this guy? A cold asshole to everyone else but what about me? Why was he being nice?? What was I doing? 

I shook my head, peering around before getting up and walking to the closed bathroom door. Cracking it open, I peeked in. It was just as tidy as I imagined. I quietly stepped in, looking around and noticing his shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Stepping over to them, I reached to smell the body wash. If you were in my shoes, (which you are) you know you would do the same. And he's not even here to notice.

Quickly, the scent of fresh bergamot and patchouli spice hit me in the face and I pulled away quickly, surprised by the smell. I snapped the cap shut, placing it back in the spot 

Looking past his shampoo, I turned back at the door, walking out and to the bed. At this point,  had my boots resting by the door since I came in, and had replaced my empty spot on the bed in the corner of the room, my back resting on the wall. It was colder in here than my room. I guess he just preferred that to be the temperature.

And it wasn't like it bothered me. Clearly it didn't But I did yearn for some sort of warmth. Mostly his. 

Reaching again for the notebook, I looked inside. Written inside the cover, it read; Vol. 57

What the fuck.

No judgement, just really surprising. It was halfway filled, the pages thick with wore and time. I flicked through to the most recent page, written 6 days ago. It was about the mission and how this was the most challenging one they faced. Faolan. The main douchebag that was causing all this trouble.

...and he kicked me down and smashed my mask, ripping the under balaclava off my face just to humiliate me. Like the stab wounds in my lower back weren't bad enough, and to mention the gash across my chest? I have never felt so enraged by an enemy...

I was way more engrossed in the writings than I meant to be, so by the time Riley walked back in I had jolted by the shut of the door. He held out the noodle cup to me, and I took it. 

"Thanks." I murmured out a response before shutting the book and tossing it on his pillow. "You got some wounds, Riley?" 

His eyes flickered over at me as he tossed me a thick flannel blanket that I really didn't need, but my thoughts were interrupted by his words.

"Possibly. They're taken care of, though." 

I raised a brow, skeptical of the response I got from him.

"Ghost."

"Riley." He quickly cut in, the words snaking through his teeth in almost a hiss, but not an agitated or annoyed one.

"Huh?"

"I like the way it sounds from your lips. Say Riley."

My eyes narrowed slightly in surprise. Being ordered around wasn't my  favorite thing. If anything I hated it. But the dark gleam in his eyes was starting to change my mind.