Temptation (Simon Riley x OC reader)

11.

————————-(Ghost)————————-

The plane landed on a bumpy runway, finally coming to a halt. Katarina watched me like a hawk, never even daring to give me my own personal space.

I was just sick, not terminally ill for fucks sake.

We met up with Vargas, a chatty lad to say the least. His hair was of.. interesting style as well as his way of posing himself. He seemed a bit too nonchalant, too talkative almost. How convenient.

"Ah the legend himself. Laswell says they call you Ghost."

He spoke, extending his arm out to me for a handshake.

"Yes, sir."

His eyes shifted from me to the person in my peripheral

"Ay. What's your name, mi hermosa?"

Katarina stood next to me, getting her hand kissed by Vargas. His flirtatious tone and romantic gesture seemed to have a certain effect on her. Those plump and squishy cheeks stained of red, the corners of her lips twitching into a shy smile.

Tsk. Shy my ass. Just you wait till you see her true colors.

"Oh Colonel, you flatter me. It's a pleasure meeting you. We hope to work well together"

"Most definitely, cariña"

Why did his words make my skin crawl. As if.. I wanted to make him choke on them. I did an impeccable job keeping the ogling men away from her just to meet this peacock flashing his feathers

"Ghost? You with us?"

Her voice snapped me out of my murderous trance, whipping my head towards her worried soft gaze. Her glossy green eyes looked back at me, the soft hair she could never seem to tame sat in a braid on her shoulder

"Yes."

"Hm. We're moving to our temporary base. Price and Gaz will go have a look around town for more info on Sin Nombre"

"What about Johnny"

"He already left with Rudy. How are you feeling?"

"I told you I'm fine."

No I'm not. I want her to feel my forehead again. To watch her feisty little figure argue with me about some medicine. I know she hates it when I'm stubborn, can see it in her eyes.

She huffed and rolled her eyes at me, finally shutting up and grabbing both of our duffel bags. Watching her struggling with the weight of them was amusing

————————(Katarina)———————

Ghost still seemed a bit too under the weather for my liking. He was slightly slouched on himself, walking normally but I could see the exhaustion had a toll on him. He vomited on me, which wasn't the problem, but the antibiotic I had just given him was thrown up as well. I would have to battle him to take it again

I picked our duffel bags, struggling to carry them. His was heavier than my own, just what did he have to bring with him?

"What's inside your bag. It weights like a bag of bricks"

"A body."

I whipped my head around to search for any sign of sarcasm in his eyes yet they looked emotionless. Either he was being serious, which was very like him, or he just wanted to mess with me as per usual

"It doesn't smell like a body"

"Not yet"

"Stop that. Are you serious?"

"Never said otherwise."

Hell no. You carry your own bodies, gross?!

I let his duffel bag drop on the ground, huffing and turning around to keep walking. He can pick it up himself.

I could hear him sigh and pick it up, following me inside the Jeep that would take us to our temporary base.

—————->

The base was pretty. Warm and welcoming, different types of Mexican style paintings plastered on the grey depressing walls. The people inhabiting it were sweet and polite to us, teaching us a few greetings in Spanish

"Come on, I'll show you guys around"

Rudy spoke, Soap following him like a puppy. His eyes sparkled, as if it was the first time he'd ever even left our own base. His enthusiasm in new things was unmatched

"Rudy. Pardon me, but could you show us to our barracks first? We're a bit... tired from the long journey"

The man in front of me looked a bit surprised but nodded with a smile

"Of course. It's not too far from here, follow me"

We followed the man who explained a bit of history about the base, giving us some insight on their daily lives. Finally we arrived in a hallway full of doors on each side.

"Here we are. All of them are unused, so you can choose whichever one you want"

"This one's mine!"

Of course soap chose the middle one, opening the door to find a cute bedroom and a small kitchenette in the corner

"Wow, it's bigger than the one at home!"

I mumbled and Soap laughed, throwing himself onto the bed to nuzzle into it

"I'll take this one"

Ghost put his hand on the door knob, choosing the third door to the left of Soap's room.

"Uhh.. alright, then I'll take this one"

I finally chose the door adjacent to Ghosts, opening the door slowly. It was spacious, very luminous and gracious

A one person bed sat against the wall, the headrest in wood painted white to blend with the walls. Two nightstands sat on each side of the bed, a few paintings hanging above it. A soft couch was placed in the middle of the room, facing an impressive tv. The kitchen was decently sized, surprisingly.

"Whaaaat?! NOT FAIR, you have a whole suite in here!"

Soap protested, looking around my barracks. I chuckled to myself and set the duffel bag onto the counter top

"Too bad. Better luck next time, mate"

"With all this space, you and Ghost might as well-"

I slapped his arm, making him laugh with a disgusted look on my face

"Don't you dare, John McTavish?!"