♱ PROTECTOR. — simon "ghost" riley
when a random guy tries to hit on you at the bar, you’re thankful simon was there to help you.
warnings. — drunk creepo at the bar, harassment, price and gaz are oblivious but don’t get mad at them!, reader is a medic at the company but it wasn’t really mentioned.
notes. — based off of this request! thank you, lovely :) i’m not too confident in this one but whatever.
photo creds. — yumethefrostypanda.
This wasn’t usually your crowd; bar’s weren’t somewhere you spent your time at. You only really went when there was a successful mission. And it just so happened that the boys had done just that, once again. So of course, when they invited you to a bar that a few of them were well acquainted with, you couldn’t possibly say no.
That’s how you found yourself here—playing pool with Gaz and Price as the others chatted away somewhere nearby.
“Ha! I told you, Price: never fuck with me and pool. I’ll smoke you every time,” you boasted, making a dramatic bowing motion in Price’s direction.
Price rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth tugging up into an amused smirk as he brought his cue stick up on the pool table. “Okay, okay. Don’t get cocky, now.”
You stayed quiet as you watched Price line up the cue stick, silently praying on his downfall. Gaz walked up beside Price, sticking his head in his line of sight, smirking. “I dunno, Captain. Think that’s a miss, right there.”
You giggled as you watched Price straighten his back a bit before shoving Gaz to the side. “Sick of people doubting my skills,” he groaned playfully. “See who’s gonna be laughing after this.”
Just before Price takes the shot, a man walks up beside you. He stood awfully close to you, brushing his shoulder flush against yours and then putting a hand on your lower back. You look up at him, noticing the hazy look in his eyes as his gaze bore down on you. He was obviously drunk, and that added with the strange proximity made you want to move away from him, fast. Though you found yourself unable to look away from him, much less move. It was like your body was stuck. And not willingly.
As soon as the white ball collided with one of the other pool balls, you snapped out of whatever moment you were stuck in. You looked at Gaz and Price, who were too busy having a squabble about Price not making the shot to notice this man who walked up to you like he knew you.
Moving your hand to reach behind your back, you pried the man’s hand off of you, stepping back a significant amount to create distance between you two.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” you spat, immediately getting a feeling of fear when his disturbing smile stayed plastered on his face. He took a step towards you and you took one more back. But when your back hit a chair, you stopped moving. “Fuck off, dude.”
He fake pouted at you. “Oh, come on… I’m much more interesting than some game of pool.”
You looked around the room to hopefully find someone who would help you. Your brain wasn’t really all there in the moment to just yell at him, instead, you were searching for someone. Someone who you didn’t even realize you were looking for specifically, until your eyes landed on him walking out of the bathrooms hallway.
“Ghost!” Within a second, Ghost’s eyes were on yours. And then on the man. You let out a relieved breath when he started making his way over to you, walking so fast you felt out of breath just watching him.
He pushed his way between you and the man and shoved him back roughly. “You okay?” he asked you. All you could do was nod.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, man? We were havin’ a conversation!”
All you saw was Ghost’s fist collide with the man’s face before he was on the ground. The sharp sound of bone cracking and a loud thud as he hit the ground alerted everyone nearby, including Price, Gaz, and the others. Their eyes widened as they took in the scene, the surrounding area going far too quiet, save for the music still playing over the speakers.
It seemed like Ghost took notice of the staring eyes just as you did, as he turned and grabbed your arm to move you in front of him. He placed his hand on the small of your back, but this time you didn’t move it. He guided you two out of the bar and into the cool, night air.
“Ghost—”
“—The hell was that?” Soap asked, rushing out of the bar after you two barely a few seconds later. The others came out after him, the same look of confusion written on their faces.
Ghost looked at you, noticing the look you were giving him that pleaded for him not to say anything. He sighed, but complied. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he said, turning to the others.
“Didn’t look like nothing,” Alejandro poked.
“It was nothing.”
He furrowed his brows, obviously knowing something was wrong. They all knew something was wrong, but they didn’t push any further when Ghost thankfully shut them down.
“I’m gonna take her home,” you nodded along to what Ghost said. You weren’t sure why, honestly. But you trusted him. “I was gonna call it a night for myself anyway.”
With quick goodbyes and worried glances, you and Ghost left the bar. You made it a point to let them know that bar was now completely off limits for mission celebrations when you were in a cleaner headspace.
☆ — © saintlulls, 2023 - don’t repost, translate, or copy.
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hi ana! for the ask game: 14, 24, and 42 <3
hey, sufa!! thanks for the ask from this ask game.
-> do you love the smell of earth after it rains?
absolutely. it feels incredible to bask in the earthy smell and the coolness in the air, makes me feel so much at peace except most rainy days consist of me overworking myself to the bone lmao. i hardly ever get time to observe and enjoy, not to forget with the fatigue that takes over me in the weather; but when i do get the right time and rest, it's one of the best feelings to experience. hopefully, i'd get the freedom for the same this time.
-> if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?
i'm a 99% indoorsy so my answer to all these type of questions would be to TALK lol. ofc, i'm always open to suggestions but even while befriending or rather even with my closest friends, talking and connecting with sharing of words is what i do the best (this method of connection matters a little too much to me) -ofc the topic differs according the person. with you, i'd most probably talk abt everything the ql media has to offer, our blorbos, pieces of literature that we've both indulged in and music, obviously, that's my first to-go medium of connection. that's the start, knowing myself, the topics are bound to waver and change.
-> an app you frequently use apart from this godforsaken site?
the answer will keep changing but as of now, it's instagram. most of my fyp is full of sibling memes, bangtan and gem4th's translated interviews and ofc, none of these ever get old. usually, i'm a scroll away from emotionally uplifting messages and positive self affirmations and that helps me get through my days, IMMENSELY. it's been only half a year since i got an account so i'm still reconnecting with old school friends too.
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again, thanks for the ask and *hugs*
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@galaxiasus 78 for trav and rachel / spotify starters.
her boisterous laugh is one that carries itself across their campus, her steps falling in time with his as she strolls up behind him. her arm flings itself over his shoulders to pull him closer so they’re walk side by side. there’s a little more sway in her step than his, her confident overcompensation likely on purpose : the way she carries herself now draws the attention away from the bruises on his face intentionally, so everyone’s eyes end up on her instead of him, as they always do.
“if we’ve only got this life, and this adventure, know that i want to share it with you, travis.” her free hand extends to gesture to the great beyond. which, notably, is not arcadia bay, but some beautiful landscape of excitement that lies far beyond their barren shores. “we’re better than this town and all its bullshit. well, i know you don’t think so, but i do. i believe in you, horrify you as it might to hear yourself praised aloud! and me? well. i’m a dream, i die by light of day. goodbye, arcadia bay. one day.”
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