Aversion - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Chapter 43

*TELL JESUS, THAT THE B IS BACK!*

All jokes aside. I cant not tell you how sorry I am for vanishing for awhile. Life happend and I got the worst writers block i ever encountered. But things have calmed down, I found my passion again. So I am back to regular uploads. Thank you all so so so much from the bottom of my heart for your patience and love on this story. It means the world to me. I am so sorry for leaving you all hanging for months. I promise I am finishing this story. Much of love to all of you wonderfull people <3

[Ghost]

I prefer getting shot in the head over this hangover.

I sit up slowly as it takes me a minute to realize I am laying on Soaps couch. The room spins as I hold my head in my hand. A throbbing pain echoing in my ears. With squinted eyes I look over to Soaps bed to see it empty, as I suddenly hear the sound of the toilet flushing.

Soap steps back into the room minutes later, wiping his mouth.
''God fucking..'' He mutters, as his bloodshot eyes snap to me.
''How you feeling LT?'' He asks, his voice rough.

I look at him through still squinted eyes. ''Like hell.'' I manage to mutter.

Soap would usually laugh at that, but i can tell he is just as fucked up.

He lets out a loud grunt as he lets himself fall back on his bed.

''God, I havent been this fucked up since that one mission in Las Almas..'' He wines.

''When we got drunk at that little bar down the street?'' I ask gruffly, the memory making me cringe.

''With the ladies dressed in red.'' Soap smirks.

I smile wryly. ''Right..''

Lady.

The events of last night immediately crash back into my mind. It's hazy, like a puzzle missing pieces. My stomach turns as I remember my slip up, y/n's face, her yelling..

Traitor.

She called me a traitor.

Just like Night.

..Just. Like. Night.

Every foggy piece of memory makes my heart sink. God, do I wish I had gotten drunk enough to completely erase last night from my memory. Fucked up doesnt even describe the situation right now. I feel nauseous, hungover or heartbroken. I don't even fucking know.

Soap grunts as he sits up, reading the expression on my face.

''I think y/n wont see us for awhile.'' He tries to say it casually, but I can hear the emotion in his voice.

''That's an understatement.''

''I feel horrible for how we-.. we really messed up didn't we?'' Soap says with a sigh as he stares into nothing.

I can only nod. It doesn't matter anymore how or why we got to this point, but we're here now.

''She called me a traitor, Soap.'' I finally say my words hang heavy in the room.

I can't even hide the slight vulnerability slipping into my voice. Soap's gaze softens as his eyes slowly turn to me.

''You're not. You did it for her own-...''

''She fucking compared me to Night.'' I growl, cutting him off.

''I'm sure she didn't mean-....''

''It doesn't matter.'' I cut him off again. Hearing him try to soothe it only angers me more. I am angry. Furious at myself for letting it get to this.