Cat Scratch
Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!Reader
1.9k | It’s been a couple more weeks working with the KorTac operatives and being a member of taskforce 141. Ghost is finding it harder to keep his cards close to his chest when it comes to his feelings for you, especially when you get hurt.
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“How’d you get that damn cat to like you so much?”
Soap smirked into the towel he was wiping his face with. “Why? You starting to grow fond of the wee rascal?”
Ghost was unwrapping his hands, sat with his legs spread wide on the bench. He’d beaten Soap at sparring two out of three times, but Soap had tricked him in the last match. Ghost was being a bit of a sour puss about it, too.
“No,” he said, “But I want it to like me more than that German fucker.”
Soap chuckled. “König’s Austrian.” And he knew Ghost knew this, since he had already scoured his file a dozen times.
“Same bloody difference,” Ghost grumbled, rising to his feet.
His knuckles were bruised from this week’s mission. An ill-timed run-in with a few Russian terrorists led to one of them taking a literal stab at you. You’d only received a cut on the arm in the process, but Ghost had gone blind with rage. König had barely managed to pull him off the guy, and even then, Ghost had looked like he’d continue his assault, only on his ally this time.
Soap considered the purple-stained skin a hefty piece of evidence for a theory he’d pitched to Gaz last week. Ghost was totally head-over-heels for you, and you felt the same way. You were both just too stubborn to admit it to yourselves, too tied up in professionalism to consider what you felt for each other was far more than friendly.
