Powerless X Simon 'Ghost' Riley
This is literally just brainrot because I just finished 'Powerless' by Lauren Roberts and my brain randomly connected a scene in the book to one Simon 'Ghost' Riley.
'Powerless' by Lauren Roberts spoilers!!
Basically just the scene from the book but tweaked a little to make this a scenario with the character Simon Riley and from third person. So this is NOT my writing! All credits to Lauren Roberts. Go read the book!!
Rough fingers brush against the nape of her neck.
Her breath catches as Ghost casually pulls her hair into his hands, combing the strands out of her face and away from her bloody ear. "What are you-?" She stops short, feeling the patterns he's gently weaving. "Are you... braiding my hair?"
"Why do you sound so surprised?" he asks simply, unaware that her mouth is hanging open in shock. His voice is full of that cocky challenge as he says, "What, do you need to teach me how to?"
"No, I don't need to teach-" She pauses, taking a breath. "How do you even know how to braid?"
Ghost huffs out a laugh that stirs the hair on the back of her neck, his breath ghosting over her skin. "You say that like it's supposed to be difficult."
The two are quiet for a moment, and the brush of his fingers travelling farther down her back makes her still. She clears her throat. "I thought you told me not to get used to you being a gentleman?"
The smirk on his lips is almost audible as he speaks, "And I still stand by that statement."
"Then why are you doing this?"
He heaves a sigh, his fingers falling to her arm making her nearly jump at the sudden skim of his calluses. They stop on the strap wrapped around her wrist before slipping it off to begin securing her hair.
"There," he says, stepping around to hand in front of her, flicking the long braid over her shoulder. Then he gives it a tug, admiring his handiwork with a smile that reaches his eyes.
She turns her gaze down to the braid as she stiffles out a snort at the sight of several strands sticking out. "I thought you said this wasn't difficult for you?" She laughs as she says, "You do know that all of the hair is supposed to make it into the braid, correct?"
"Odd way to say thank you, but I suppose that is the best I'll get from you." Ghost leans in closer, lips lifted into a mocking grin even visible through his mask. "Perhaps of you won't let me teach you how to braid, you'll consider letting me teach you some manners."
She nearly chokes on a scoff at the thought of Simon 'Ghost' Riley teaching her manners. His eyes skim over her ear before he takes a step away, slipping his hands into his pockets. "You should get that healed up before the mission tomorrow," he says casually, nodding to the wound. "We wouldn't want your little misstep to scar."
The sudden bite in those words has her stunned for a moment as she studies him in the growling silence. "No," she finally manages, "we wouldn't want that."
His gaze sweeps over her again before he turns, tossing what can only be assumed to be a smirk over his shoulder. "Good luck tomorrow."
She doesn't bother to fight her smile. "If I had any manners I would wish you luck as well, Ghost. But you already informed me that I don't."
He laughs, and the sound snakes down her spine as he continues to stride away. Without him to distract her, her ear begins to sting furiously as she begins to trek her way to the med-wing with one though occupying her.
He never answered her question.
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