Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Twenty-Nine

It didn't sit right with you that Soap had convinced Ghost to have an eye on you whenever he wasn't around to be able to do it himself.

But what bothered you even more was that captain Price seemed to see Ghost as a perfect partner for you as well.

As soon as the door to your quarters opened, you were confronted with the view of a half naked man.

Struck by confusion, you froze and frowned.

He stood with his back towards you, broad shoulders and defined back muscles caught your eye as they flinched with every slight movement of his.

There was a tattoo between his shoulder blades, a simple black cross, upside down, with bleeding edges.

Beads of sweat ran down the ink as he leaned back to stretch.

In that moment your eyes shot up only to see a familiar black and white fabric covering the man's entire head.

Annoyed, you let out a low groan.

"Ghost.", you said in a rather sarcastic voice. "What a surprise to see you. Again."

Not phased by your comment, he continued to finish whatever kind of workout he had going on.

With a sigh, you let yourself fall on the bed that wasn't covered with his stuff and crossed both arms to eye him with a hint of interest in your eyes.

Even with a full set of gear on it was easy to tell that Ghost was a man with muscles and an athletic physique.

But his exposed upper body told a different story. He wasn't just well build, he was jacked.

A clearly defined six pack covered his stomach while his chest was so thick that you played with the idea of giving it a teasing pinch.

His arms were thick, with veins visibly running through the pale skin.

He reached up to crack his right shoulder.

In that moment you noticed the tattoos on his forearm.

You had seen them before but it was tough to guess how high they reached when he wore something with sleeves.

It reached barley over his elbow, but ended with a messy edge, indicating that he was thinking about getting more work done once he had settled on something.

"Huh...", you mumbled with your tongue pressed against the inside of your cheek.

Alarmed by the sound, Ghost turned his head to meet eyes with you.

"What?", he asked, his voice a little unstable from the strain of the workout.

You looked away.

"Nothing.", you waited a moment. "It's weird that you wear that mask."

His eyes darkened.

The old, familiar boredom appeared in his eyes.

Sometimes you wondered if he was ever able to feel different from being bored or annoyed.

Was he able to feel joy?

Did he ever loose control and got angered by frustration?

"I wear it all the time.", he said and returned to his push-ups.

As he lowered his head, the brim of the mask rolled up and revealed a hint of dirty blonde hair.

One of your eyebrows rose.

"Even when you sleep?", you leaned forward to try and catch a glimpse of what else could be seen through the rolled up brim.

"Even when I shower.", he said and immediately grabbed the back of his head to pull the mask back in place.

You couldn't help but let a small sound of disappointment be heard.

"Why would a man be so dedicated to hide his face?", a smirk appeared on your lips as you leaned back. "Are ya ugly?"

A groan escaped Ghost.

Somehow that sound was enough to make something in the back of your mind tingle.

Hints of arousal made the hairs in the back of your neck stand up straight.

You wondered how he would sound when his body was under physical pressure.

Ghost stopped what he did, lay flat on the floor and glanced up to you.

Wordlessly, his eyes examined your face for a long, very long moment before they closed and a deep breath made his chest quiver.

"Your brother asked me the same thing before.", he said and grabbed a towel from the bed to wipe off his arms.

Curious, you tilted your head.

"Are you?"

"Quite the opposite."

"You don't seem like you want to prove that."

"I have nothing to prove to you.", with those words he turned and vanished in the bathroom.

It took a few moments of silence before some ruffling sounds reached your ears.

With a dull thud something fell on the floor.

Your eyes wandered to the mirror that was right opposite of your bed.

From the angle in which you sat you were able to see through the wide open door into the bathroom.

Ghost had started to undress. His pants lay on the floor, together with his boots, belt and socks.

All that he still wore was his nickers and the mask.

At the sight, you couldn't help but raise both eyebrows.

Ghost was a tall fella with large feet and long legs that looked just the way you had expected, muscular with loads of hair and thick claves.

They had to be strong enough to carry the entire weight of a man like him across a battlefield and yet it took you by surprise just how well build he was from top to bottom.

His backside didn't look bad either, in those black undies of his, tight boxers with shorter legs but not a speedo.

As he turned sideways to check his appearance in the mirror, half of his front was revealed.

Shocked, your eyes widened.

There was a visible bulge hidden in his pants, both indicating for his dick to be long but also thick.

You have had your fair share of partners, all of different kinds and yet you immediately knew that this was unknown territory to you.

"Hm...", you mumbled and turned your head sideways in an attempt to see more.

Maybe it was the fact that you've been on the road for a while, or maybe just the thought of pissing Johnny off, but deep down you felt like you wanted to see more of that giant of a man.

You leaned further towards the mirror as, all of a sudden, Ghost's head moved to the side.

A cold shiver crawled down your spine.

He locked eyes with you.