I'm not worth it - Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC
A litlle bit of angst with fluffy ending.
English isn't my first language.
There he was with half full glass of burboun. His balaclava was resting right above his lips. Sour taste of liquid filling up his mouth.
“Let it out, L.t.” Man with a mohawk sat down next to his friend giving him a firm pat on the back. Ghost’s eyes wandered from the glass and laid on Soap.
“I lost her, Johnny.” He whispered and laid his eyes back on the glass. “It’s a lost cause.” Liquid trailed down Ghost’s throat.
“What do you mean you lost her?” Soap’s brows kneeted together. Ghost let out a dark chuckle.
“She’s like me.” He looked at his friend again. “She almost died in my fucking arms, Soap and I-.” Ghost’s voice was caught up in his throat. “And I wanted to tell her back then.” Soap nodded his head slowly. Now he understands why his friend is broken like that.
“She didn’t want to hear it?” Johnny asked and and Simon let out quiet nope from his mouth. “Why?” Just as he asked the question everyone in the room went silent. Soap and Ghost turned their attention to the door. There she was. Nyx. Mystery of a woman. Faceless warrior. One of the best. “Holy shit.” Soap whispered as he stood up and made his way to the door. Ghost was quick to fallow him.
“You shouldn’t be up!” Ghost scolded her but she just gave him quick look.
“I need a drink.” Was all she said as she passed both men. Nyx made her way to counter and took the bottle of whiskey.
“Are you out of your mind?” Ghost took the bottle and placed it high enough for her to not be able to touch it. “You’re still on meds, if you drink it-.”
“Stop babysitting me, Simon.” Nyx’s voice was cold. She was calm yet dominant. “I can take care of myself just fine.”
“By getting yourself killed as you almost did earlier?” Ghost backfired and the whole room could feel growing tension.
“Alright.” Soap clapped his hands. “Goodnight everybody, enough drinks for tonight!” He rushed everyone outside leaving just the three of them. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?”
“Ask Halloween.” Nyx said trying to get another bottle but Ghost smacked her hand away. “Hey!”
“Fucking hell, Foster, can your brain process that I can actually care about you?!” Ghost half screamed leaving Soap speechless. Nyx was still stone-cold. “Can you understand that I l-.”
“Shut up.” She said and kept looking at Simon’s face. His brown eyes were soft yet intense as he was looking into Nyx’s green ones. “I’m not worth it, Simon.” Small tear formed in the corner of her left eye.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” Soap excused himself and made sure to close the door behind him.
“Who told you that?” Simon took a step closer to Nyx not breaking eye contact. “Aggie, please.” He placed his hands on her masked cheeks. Nyx closed her eyes and tried to stop the tears. She failed feeling wet trails on her face. Ghost pulled her into his chest and placed one of his hands on her head, soflty stroking her hair. “Come on, let it out.” Simon’s soft voice caused Aggie to cry even more.
“I’m so sorry, Si.” She managed to say as she pulled away. Her mask now wet from tears. “I’m not ready to hear those words.” Ghost slowly nodded his head.
“That’s okay.” He said and placed clothed kiss on Nyx’s forehead through his balaclava. “Now let me take you back to your bed, ay?”
“Okay.” She whispered as Ghost swiped some more tears from her face.
“Come on, you have to rest.” He leaded Nyx to her room and made sure she was comfortable in her bed. He wanted to leave at first but he stayed for the night. No nightmares. No night terrors. Just some good sleep for both of them.
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