Aversion - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Chapter 14

I try to count the various spots where the shooting is coming from.

So far. I would say around ten.

I only shoot when I have a clear headshot. After 5 successful bullets I find them becoming more aggressive.

They move around quickly, trying to flank me. I mutter curse words

under my breath as I try to stay swiftly on my feet.

Suddenly I hear shooting behind me. Taking out the men trying to surround me one by one. Not missing a single shot. All 5 drop dead on the ground instantly.

''Jesus Soap..you really worked on your-..''

I turn around. My face drops instantly.

Behind me stands Y/N. Soaps pistol still raised as she smirks. The dried blood is still visible on the corner of her mouth down to her chin.
I should be proud. Thankful maybe. But I am outraged.

''What the FUCK do you think youre doing!?'' I shout at her as I march towards her.

She looks at me with a raised eyebrow as she lets out a scoff.

''What? Think i would go down that easily?'' She sounds cocky, the kind of cocky that could get her killed. Easily.

''In the van, NOW.'' I command, shouting at her. My blood is boiling, and it takes all of my willpower to not just throw her over my shoulder and throw her in the back of the van myself.

I stand still in front of her. My face is just an inch away from hers. It should make her back down, like a dog with a tail between its legs. But she seems unfazed, as she smirks again.

''I think what you wanted to say was, thank you'' She says playfully.

''Exactly how hard did you hit that head of yours?'' I growl. ''Do NOT make me repeat myself.''

I am fuming, concerned that Y/N is even standing straight right now. Let alone handling a pistol. Who knows what kind of damage she is doing to herself now, since we don't know the damage the explosion earlier did to her. And her attitude, more like disregard for herself, makes it even worse.

Y/N scoffs again, rolling her eyes.

I push her back to make her march towards the van, as I follow her closely.

Soap has the engine running, as he looks at me apologetically behind the wheel.

I figure he tried to stop her, but failed.

I just shake my head as I sit in the passenger seat. Y/N climbs in the back.

''Oh here'' She says innocently as she hands Soap his gun back. ''Thanks! Works great''

I scoff as I stare out the window. ''Please just drive Soap'' I grumble, annoyed.

Soap nods as he places his gun back in his holster, and speeds off.

The van is quiet as we drive back to base. I occasionally find myself checking y/n in the passenger side mirror. Still trying to contain my anger.

She seems tired. Resting her chin in her hand as he stares out of the window as the rain starts clattering against it. Her deep y/eceyes focused, as she stares into nothing. I can only wonder what she is thinking about.

I feel my composure relaxing a bit at the sight of her. Even though I am still concerned for her, I am glad she is awake. And that she was able to take out those men in her state.

I guess her records didn't lie.

Maybe I'm not giving her enough credit.

I am so deeply sunken into my thoughts that I didn't notice y/n stares back at me.

My eyes widen as I finally realize. I'm preparing for a snarky comment.

But instead, she gives me the kindest, softest smile. Even with the dried blood on her face, it touches me. Like she is saying a million words just by curling her mouth corners like that.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I'm Fine. I just wanted to save you.

I'm reading it all, and I can't help but smile back. Seeing my own smile in the mirror is a bit unfamiliar, strange even, as usually the balaclava hides it.

I swear I notice a sly twinkle in Y/N's eyes. I guess, even if she is a pain all the time, I can't help but feel more attached to her. Maybe because I now know part of her past, and understand why she acts the way she does.

Or is it those deep y/ec  that drown me every time I meet eyes with her.

The kind of gaze that makes all my worries and sorrows fade away.

She is actually the perfect combination of soft and caring, along with her fierce and feisty exterior.

She challenges me. A challenge I've secretly longed for.