Aversion - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Chapter 41

[Ghost]

I didn't go to Atlas, didn't even bother checking in on him still locked in my room.

I need to be alone. My frustration translates into my hurried steps as I enter the cafeteria of the base, grabbing myself a bourbon and a small glass slamming both on the table. My movements so rushed the other bottles in the cabinet rattle as I slam it shut. My muscles and wounds still ache, but that will disappear soon.

I pour myself a glass and slam it backwards. The burning sensation turns quickly into a soothing comfort.

Another glass.

As I pour the second glass, hunched over the table, I see in the corner of my eye Soap leaning against the doorway. His arms crossed as he looks at me, with a slight smirk on his face.

''Been awhile since I've seen you drink.'' He says with one raised eyebrow.

''Leave me alone Soap.'' I murmur at him, as I slam the second glass backwards.

''Come on. I thought we were drinking buddies?''

''Not now, Johnny. Shouldn't you be resting anyway?'' I growl.

The smirk plastered on his face doesn't fade as he walks up to me, placing his hands on the table as he stares me down.''What's bothering you this time?''

''Wipe that smirk off your face.''

''Not until you tell me.''

I growl as I whirl around to grab an empty glass, pour a bit of liquor, and slide it towards him.
He wasn't going to leave anytime soon anyway.
Soap looks at it, and then back at me. ''I haven't seen you drink in months, and now you decide to slam two glasses in ten seconds? Are you picking up on y/n's habits?''

Y/n.

Hearing her name makes my hand clench tighter around my glass. The memory of our exchange minutes ago creates a tightness in my chest. I felt consumed by her, like everything else in the world suddenly didn't exist to me anymore.
All my rage and concern. Vanished.

Her eyes, her gently touch on my cheeks. I felt weak, my heart beating so loud I was afraid she could hear it. The longing sensation I have felt around her reaching its peak until..

Until she pushed me away.

I shake my head, as that would erase it from my memory. I went too far. As her Lieutenant, as her comrade. My heart drops as I think about what I almost said to her when she herself closed the distance between us.
I slam my third drink backwards at the thought, feeling Soap tense.

''Talk to me.'' His tone turns from teasing to serious, as I see him visibly grow worried at the way I'm acting.

My breathing quickens, as the events of earlier play in my mind.

''They almost took her Soap. They just rushed into our base and demanded her like she was some piece of cargo.'' My hand reaches for the bottle again, but I let it drop. Already feeling the effects of the three glasses I downed way too fast.

Soap looks at my hand, his lips twitching like he is hesitant to speak, or to give me room to continue.

''I didn't care if he killed me.'' I grumble, my voice low. ''Bet the bastard wasn't brave enough to do it anyway.''

Soap swirls his drink, letting my words sink in. ''Can't believe he was able to escape..'' he says, frowning as he too plays the recent events in his mind.

''That masked bastard keeping me on the ground helped him.'' I growl at the thought.

''Thought I recognized him..'' Soap says with a sigh, taking a small sip of his glass.