all the rileys were gone now. every single one of them. simon is sure he died that night, too. and he did, legally. he was a ghost, alright. it took some time getting used to but at least he had his team, even if he kept them at arm’s length. he’d never let himself get comfortable again. life would never be good, not for a man like him. he was destruction, just like tommy and daddy and every riley before them. he wondered if it was a curse or simple fate.

while he was on a simple solo op, simon got word from johnny that they’d be getting a new member on the team. some woman that impressed price enough that it had him requesting her transfer to task force 141 after minutes of meeting her. he just brushed it off and focused on his mission. he knew how to get along with people and as long as she didn’t cause problems for him, he didn’t care much.

when he did finally meet you, a week after you had officially transferred, it felt like the world stopped. it had to be some cruel joke, surely. your eyes were like tommy’s and your smile reminded him so much of his mum that he almost lost his balance. he used to say that tommy was like if their mum was a boy. you were like if tommy was a girl. his mind couldn’t really process it. all he knew was that if this was his chance at being a brother again, at having a family, he wouldn’t fuck it up.

the more he got to know you as you worked together, the more similarities he found between you and tommy. consequently, he gravitated towards you. it was obvious to everyone but you, since you didn’t know him as well as the others.

you were told that ghost was the most closed off of the bunch and to not take it personally if he didn’t exactly warm up to you. that was fine. you were here to do your job, after all. but that brown eyed man did seem to warm up to you. he’d sit next to you in the mess hall, he’d offer to help you with your training, he always asked if you wanted a cup when he made his own tea. so yeah, it wasn’t really what you were expecting but you didn’t mind. you liked his silly jokes and you really appreciated his help with weapons you hadn’t mastered yet.

it’s why you didn’t realise when he went from simply being around a lot to calling you kid and offering to join you in every mission you were assigned. suddenly he was everywhere, treating you like you’re his to protect and calling himself your brother.

you should’ve been weirded out. anyone else probably would be. but you knew what it was like to grow up in a broken home and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that ghost didn’t have a healthy upbringing. why would he be a ghost if he had? so maybe you did play along, always waiting for him at the mess hall and going to him for advice. it was nice to have the big brother you always wished to have. even if it was a little unconventional and questionable.

siblings definitely didn’t end up a tangled mess under bedsheets like you two did. honestly, neither of you were planning on it. it just happened. the operation was going on for too long. you were tired and cold, in a tent somewhere deep in the woods. you were supposed to scout the area for a couple of days and then you’d go back to the base. but plans changed and it had been two weeks of being isolated in the dead of the winter, with barely enough resources and too much tension.

“is that a way to treat yer brother? push back on my fuckin’ crotch?” simon groaned as he pounded in your cunt from behind, holding you tightly to his chest.

you moaned and tried to hide your face into the pillow but he held your head in place with one hand, the other wrapped around your stomach. “shit, simon! told you t’wasn’t intentional. was just trying to get closer ‘cause it’s so cold,” you whined and tried to mirror his movements, fucking yourself back on his dick.

“fuckin’ ‘ell,” he grunted, pounding into you like an animal. “my bloody sister ‘as the best pussy.” he was being vulgar and rough but it felt so good. fucking into you as if you were some kind of toy for his pleasure but touching you so tenderly in fear of actually hurting you. it had you crying out and coming on his dick seconds before he pulled out to finish on your ass.

a few good minutes passed before either of you could talk again. you had cuddled up in his arms, head on his chest. “that was nice.” you muttered nervously, your fingers tracing his tattooed bicep.

“it was.” simon hummed and kissed the side of your head. he was being far too vulnerable but it felt so natural. “ah hadn’t shagged anyone in a while.”

his confession had you pausing your movements and titling your head to look at him. it was a little dark since it was the middle of the night and you had shut off your flashlights hours ago, but you could still make out the scars on his face. “the incestuous undertones got you hard?” you asked, trying to keep things a little lighter in fear of ruining whatever was going on.

“cheeky girl.” simon scoffed and pinched your thigh, making you smack his arm. “ya should be more respectful to yer big brother.”

you hummed and closed your eyes, nuzzling his chest. “aye, sir. i’ve got the best brother in the world.”