Aversion - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Chapter 42

*Writers note: So sorry for the late upload! Life gets in the way.. I appreciate your patience with this story. Much love to all of you reading <3*

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My thunderous heartbeat echoes into my ears.

Ghost just stares at me. Holding himself against the end of my bed frame so as not to fall. God, he is so shitfaced. Confusion, regret..sadness filling those bloodshot, glazed over eyes.

But I don't care. I have never been so angry at him as I am at this moment.

He knew. And he lied.

Under his mask I can see his lips forming some words, but none of them are audible.

I take another threatening step towards him. If he won't leave I won't hesitate to throw him out myself.

Ghost still doesn't move. His hand curled around the metal frame. He stands slightly bent, his head slumping forward.
''Y/n.. I...'' He slurs, his voice low like a rumble.

When I am only one step away from being right in Ghost's face, Soap appears into the doorway. His momentum almost makes him fall into the room as he manages just in time to stabilize himself, holding the door frame.

He is panting, like he came running after Ghost. His eyes are just as glossy and bloodshot.

''Soap.'' I say cold, acknowledging his presence as my gaze is still focused on Ghost.

''Take our Lieutenant away from here, please.''

When Soap doesn't respond my eyes snap towards his direction. His eyes are widened in shock, swallowing visibly.
''Y/n.. please.'' He slurs. ''We just wanted to-..''

We?

Fuckers.

So they both knew.

''Both of you.'' I snarl, needing all my self control to not get completely consumed by my rage.
''Get out of my room. NOW.''

Soap shoulders drop and with an understanding nod he walks over to Ghost, grabbing his shoulder with both hands.

''Come on..'' He mumbles, the air in the room turning thick and cold.

I watch Ghost shake his head. Soap sighs as he pries his fingers from the frame.

''You're sleeping in my room.. I said come on.'' He says slightly agitated.

Reluctantly , Ghost slowly lets go. Soaps hands are still resting on his shoulders as he looks up at me.

Our eyes meet. But It was nothing like our encounter in Price's office.

All warmth, understanding..connection.

It was gone. Vanished.

But Ghost. His eyes kept focused on mine. Like a deer in headlights.

A pleading look. One I had never seen from him, and I have to take a deep breath through my nose to keep myself steady.

And before I know it, Soap yanks Ghost towards my door. He almost trips, grabbing the doorframe, lingering as his eyes still burn into mine. And then they both disappear into the hallway. Their grumbling and cursing, which are mainly Ghosts protests, dying down slowly.

I let my breath escape, as the words finally seem to register now that I am alone. The sudden silence weighs heavy on my shoulder.

Night killed Four.