Acima Das Runas |Cinco

Acima das Ruínas | Cinco​

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

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In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Four - Six

In the morning, the sun rose with its warm light, painting the day with a pleasant atmosphere, although they couldn't escape the tension surrounding them.

Upon waking up, I noticed Ghost was absent from the bed. I went downstairs and found him and Soap engrossed in a conversation while examining a map.

"Good morning! Any news?" I spoke, trying to maintain optimism.

"We have an idea of where Price is and where the safe haven might be located," Soap said seriously.

"Really?" My curiosity was piqued.

"Yes. They call it Aurora Peak, where there's a military base," explained Soap.

"It seems like the safest place for them," I commented, assessing the information.

"And what about the distance?" I asked.

"It's a bit far… About an 8-hour drive. On foot? Well, only God knows," Ghost admitted.

"It looks like we have a long journey ahead," I murmured, already feeling exhausted just thinking about it.

"And we're not even sure if Price is there. We could risk going further from our true destination," Ghost expressed his concern.

"You're right… The most sensible thing would be to try to contact Price," Soap agreed, closing the map. "Well, I'm hungry."

"I am too," I said, realizing my stomach was complaining.

"I'll try to set up an improvised stove. Soap has some canned soups," Ghost grabbed old pots and grills, and the result was surprising. The food was warm and felt like a complete feast given the circumstances.

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We decided to turn the house into our shelter for the time being. It was risky to go out without being sure the safe haven was there.

We did our best to secure the house, boarding up windows and reinforcing the keyless doors.

After having a meal that resembled breakfast, we realized we were running out of canned food for the coming days.

"We need to get more," Soap said, looking at the four canned soups we had left.

"We could go now since we have nothing else to do."

"I and Soap will…"

"What? Why?" I was surprised.

"It's not necessary for everyone to go."

"Everyone? There are only three of us. There's no reason for just the two of you to go."

"Why do you want to go? Stay here and rest."

"I don't want to rest, Ghost."

"Well, do whatever you want then."

"I'm going with you."

"No, you're not!" Ghost started to get annoyed.

"Yes, I am!" I approached him, shouting.

"You're not going, and that's final," he said with the same intensity.

"Why not?" I shouted.

"Because I don't want to lose you," he shouted. "Do you know what I felt when I saw that zombie on top of you? I thought he had hurt you, that I would have to kill you because he bit you…"

"Ghost…" I said more softly.

"Please listen to me. I'm begging you. Stay here…" he calmed down a bit.

"I… I understand. I worry about you too."

"I know, but I'm stronger than you, and I can take better care of myself. I'm not saying you're weak, quite the opposite. But I worry a lot about you, [name]."

"Ghost… I just want to help."

"I know, but I can't help but worry. I'm afraid a zombie could get you again. I'll feel more at ease if you stay here…"

"Alright, but just this time. You need to trust me."

"I do trust you. I just don't trust those disgusting Freaks."

"I'll stay here then."

"Thank you!" Then he hugged me.

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Ghost

"She's got you wrapped around her finger, Lieutenant."

"Shut up, Soap."

We were heading toward a market that Soap had found before we met.

"So, how did you two meet?" Soap asked.

"I found her in the woods."

"You really like her…" Soap said.

"I just… worry. I can't help it."

"Well, don't try to, but you need to give her a chance. I bet you taught her some moves. She'll know how to fend for herself."

"I did teach her, and she's good, but before we fought, and I told her to leave, a zombie attacked her. That's how the communication radio got destroyed. I got mad, and when I realized she had really left, I went crazy…"

"The good thing is she found me."

"That worries me too. What if it wasn't you? After I started worrying about her, I realized I can't just worry about zombies, but also about another survivor… you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I get it. You're right, but still."

"There are a lot of zombies here. I doubt there are many survivors. She'll be safer at home."

"You know what? She won't accept that every time, right?"

"I know. I need to learn to control myself, but… the fear I feel just thinking about losing her is too much."

"Look at that, Ghost in love. I can die in peace now," Soap teased, laughing.

✧˖°₊

[name]

After Ghost and Soap left, I practiced my aim. I wanted to get stronger so that he wouldn't worry as much. I believe he has some trauma about this, but I'm not sure. I read once that soldiers acquire many traumas throughout their careers.

I also went upstairs and checked. Miraculously, the shower still had water. It wasn't hot, but it was enough to get clean.

After a few hours, I heard knocking on the door. I approached it slowly with my knife ready to attack, if necessary.

"[name]? Are you okay?" I heard Ghost's voice, filled with concern.

"I'm fine," I said, smiling as I opened the door. "I was afraid it wasn't you."

"We brought plenty of food. We won't need to go out for a while," Ghost came in and put his arm around my shoulders as he led me back to the living room.

"There were many of them there?"

"Many. I doubt there are many survivors here," Soap said.

"I brought some clothes for you and things you might need," he handed me a black bag.

"Thank you, Ghost. While you were gone, I checked upstairs, and the shower still works."

"This house must have its own well. I'll check if the water is clean," Soap said, heading outside.

"You take a shower first," Ghost suggested.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am. If we're lucky, we might even get a full shower. I brought soap and stuff for you to wash your hair…" he rummaged in the bag, showing me. "I also brought sanitary pads and other things you might need."

"Thank you, Ghost. Now that you mentioned sanitary pads, I realized it hasn't been that time of the month for months…"

"It could be due to malnutrition. Now that you're getting healthy again, it should return to normal."

"Yeah, you're right."

I put everything back in the bag.

"All set! The water is safe, and it won't run out anytime soon. This family definitely had money," Soap said excitedly.

"Thank you, Soap. I'll go first, okay?"

"Of course, miss. Go ahead!"

So I went upstairs and had the best shower I could imagine. I washed my hair and every inch of my body. I let the cold water envelop me, closed my eyes, and pretended that everything was fine. Our world was still the same. There were no undead in the streets.

Coming back to reality, I started to dry myself and looked at the clothes Ghost had brought. There were shorts, shirts, and a thicker jacket. There were also jeans and a hoodie, which was wrapped with… panties. I felt my cheeks warm up as I realized he had thought to bring panties for me.

I can't deny that it will be useful. I don't want to get an infection.

I put on some warm clothes and went to the room where Ghost and I slept because it was late in the afternoon. I put my things in the wardrobe and went downstairs.

"That was the best shower of my life…"

"We're at Alcântara Base…"

Ouvi uma voz vinda do rádio de comunicação que Soap havia trazido consigo, junto com os dois homens que pareciam crianças que tinham acabado de receber o melhor presente de suas vidas…

one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.

One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

this is the exact body i picture when i think of simon riley

the little tummy too 😩

Ghost being Ghost :3 // live action trailer

Also, this part cracked me up

Soo ready for the early campaignn

Acima das Ruínas | Quatro

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader masterlist In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center. notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Three - Five

"Okay. I'll find another one!" [_] said with teary eyes, grabbed her knife, and headed towards the entrance door. She knew she had made a mistake, but she didn't think Ghost would get so angry about it. It's not like she was to blame – that zombie caught her off guard, and the same could have happened to Ghost, right? She wanted to believe that, but she knew it wasn't true. Ghost was too careful and skilled to make such a silly mistake. She was angry at everything and just wanted to quickly find another communicator.

The girl walked for a few minutes, sneaking between cars and buildings. Going in and out of stores in search of a working communicator, not some toy that barely functioned two meters away. Now she understood why Ghost had gotten so angry – finding a radio that could communicate on different channels wasn't easy. She also didn't consider that she probably wouldn't find a military communicator casually for sale in some random corner store.

The zombies didn't seem to have great eyesight; they relied more on noise and smell, except for the one at the house. That one was different. Its sense of smell was undoubtedly better than the others', and it was ridiculously fast.

After a few more steps, she decided to rest and find something to eat. There was a small market with only two zombies around. She sneaked up behind one of them, who was near a car, caught him off guard, and slit his throat. The other one, a bit further away, seemed to notice and turned towards the girl.

She walked slowly towards the market's entrance while the other zombie moved towards its now-dead companion. She felt bad for a moment; it was difficult to kill them, knowing that they were once people with their whole lives ahead of them. What had their lives been like before all of this? Did they have spouses, partners, children? Their pets safe inside their homes, still waiting for them to return?

This world was being cruel to all of them. In the end, everyone just wanted to survive – the zombies, the uninfected people. With her thoughts in chaos, [_] reached the entrance of the little market and entered with a loud thud of the door.

Like any other food-selling store, this one was completely destroyed. People went crazy at the beginning of the virus outbreak. They stormed into places in search of food, intending to return home, thinking all their family members were safe, only to find their spouse devouring their children.

The girl walked slowly amidst the mess, trying to find something edible when she heard a noise. She walked slowly towards the sound, already holding her knife and ready to put all of Ghost's teachings into practice.

Hearing the noise again, [_] turned around quickly, coming face to face with a tall man – not as tall as Ghost, but still tall – pointing a gun at her. He had a mohawk and wore military clothes.

"Lower the knife," he commanded.

"Lower the gun first. I don't want trouble, I'm just looking for supplies," she tried to sound confident.

"What's your name?" the man asked, lowering the gun after seemingly pondering for a few minutes.

"[__], and yours?"

"Soap." Soap? What a strange name. Wait…

"Soap? Like Soap from the military?" she asked, surprised. It couldn't be the Soap that Ghost had talked about, could it?

"I'm famous, and I didn't even know it?" he asked, laughing.

"I met one of your teammates." Ghost would be surprised by this. The girl was now excited. Still upset about how Ghost had reacted to her mistake, but if that hadn't happened, they wouldn't have encountered Soap.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Ghost, you know, the guy with the mask."

"What. This must be a dream. Where is he?" he said, now completely excited and relieved.

"He's in a house not far from here."

"And why aren't you with him now?" he seemed suspicious.

"We had a fight. I lost his communication radio, and he got really mad. Now I need to find it, but I haven't found any, and I don't think I will." She said, defeated.

"It's not easy to find a military radio in regular stores. Luckily…" he raised an identical radio to Ghost's.

"Oh my God. Ghost won't kill me anymore. I mean… you'll lend it to us, right?"

"Of course. Take me to where he is. He must be looking for Price to find the sanctuary."

"Yes. That's why."

"Ghost can be tough sometimes, but he's a good man. So, did he talk a lot about me?" Soap chuckled.

"He said you were a good friend," she said, laughing.

"Really? Well, it seems that all of this situation has softened the heart of the enigmatic Ghost," Soap said, smiling.

"Ghost," [_] shouted as soon as she entered the house.

"I hope you found another radio," he said, coming out of the kitchen with his weapon still hanging, looking angry.

"Better than that," the girl said, laughing, making Ghost raise an eyebrow.

"Hey, Ghost. Long time no see!" Soap entered cheerfully.

"No way. You're alive?" Ghost seemed to be laughing judging by the position of his eyes.

"Of course I am. This beautiful lady recognized me." Ghost looked somewhat indifferent. Her heart stung a little; he was still mad. "I hope you spoke well of me to such a pretty lady," he said, winking at her.

"Don't start, Soap."

"What? It's not every day we see such a beautiful lady, especially in the situation we're in. Or… oh my God, you two are a thing."

"It's not…" [_] tried to speak.

"Yes, we are. Now stop showering her with your charms." She might faint now. So, they were a thing? Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

"Okay, okay. Only a pretty face like that could win over our Ghost," Soap teased, provoking.

"Ghost, he has a communication radio that we can use. Sorry for destroying the other one."

"It's okay. I should apologize to you for getting so angry when it wasn't even your fault. I know you did your best back there. I'm proud of you," he seemed to laugh.

"Thank you, but I also had the best teacher, and without that, I wouldn't have found Soap."

Night fell, and a small fire was set up in the middle of the room while a can of soup heated up.

The girl leaned against Ghost, whose arm was around her smaller body. Soap stirred the soup and cracked lame uncle jokes, but it lightened the mood. He also didn't hide mischievous glances at Ghost and [_], receiving disapproving looks from the latter. It was good to have another person around, and Soap was quite entertaining.

"So… how did you two meet?" Soap asked curiously.

"I found her almost dead in a forest," Ghost replied nonchalantly.

"Hey! I wasn't almost dead," she said, giving a dirty look to the older man.

"No? You could barely walk."

"It's not easy to survive alone without any weapons, you know."

"I know. I'm just teasing you. You did a great job for someone who didn't even

know how to stab someone."

"So, Ghost was your savior?"

"In a way, yes. I can't deny that if it wasn't for him, I probably would have died or turned into a zombie."

"We decided to come here to try to talk to Price, but we couldn't, and then the radio accident happened," Ghost said.

"I get it. I managed to talk to him about two weeks ago."

"Where are they? Are they all okay?" Ghost asked, trying not to show his anxiety.

"Yes, they are. They're on a mountain, but I don't know the exact location. The conversation got cut off when Price was about to give more information."

"Damn."

After the soup was warm, they ate, then went to the second floor of the house.

"There are two bedrooms. I'll stay with [_] in one; you can take the other, Soap."

While [_] wasn't there, Ghost cleaned the rooms as much as possible for them to settle in. They were initially going to clean just one, but he thought she wouldn't want to sleep with him because of the fight, so he ended up cleaning both. Luckily.

"Alright, folks. See you tomorrow. Don't make too much noise." Soap said, making both their cheeks burn.

"Shut up, Soap," Ghost said, pulling the girl to the other room and locking the door.

"Don't mind him."

"Okay. I liked him… Ghost, sorry again for what happened earlier. I know I wasn't careful enough…"

"You don't need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have let my anger control me, and I should have gone after you. I was irresponsible," he said, holding her face in his hands, lightly running his thumb over her cheeks and looking into her eyes [eye color].

[_]'s heart raced; Ghost's deep green eyes seemed to be peering into her soul. She had to tilt her face due to his greater height. His fingers were rough with slight calluses, but they were perfect nonetheless. As his hands met hers on her face, Ghost leaned in, kissing her fiercely. Their tongues danced, and the need grew stronger. Ghost's hands left her face and moved to her waist, gently squeezing it, causing the younger woman to gasp and deepen the kiss even more. The room seemed to get warmer, her whole body craving Ghost. She ran her fingers through his overgrown hair, causing him to lightly grip her waist and butt. Both of them were drowning deeper into desire.

"We should stop. This isn't the right place or time," he said, still giving small kisses to her parted lips.

"I need you so much," [_] said, seeking the older man's mouth with desire.

"I know, beautiful girl. But we can't. I promise I'll make it up to you once we're safe," he said, ending it with a kiss and guiding her to the bed. They embraced and kissed the entire night. They couldn't imagine going through all of this without each other. They were each other's safe haven.