This Is How You Eat Pizza

If Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley gets paired with his Sergeant, John 'Soap' MacTavish, on a mission, you can be sure to hear some cheap military humor over comms. That’s just a fact, and Captain John Price ends up hearing more of it than he’d like. (The risks of being the Captain of Task Force 141, after all.)

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Paring: Toxic FWB!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Sergeant!Reader; John “Soap” MacTavish x Fem!Sergeant!Reader

Summary: (Request from anon) - The first time you tell Simon "no."

Rating: Mature/Restricted - MDNI.

Word Count: 2.3k

Categories: angst, hurt/no comfort

CWs*: Very very very Toxic!Simon - he’s actually the worst. No aftercare. Super self deprecating reader. A little too damn dramatic for no reason.

A/n: Half ass edited. I'm sorry. Work is wearing me tf out. Thank you for all the love on the original toxic fwb!ghost post tho.

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Things had been weird since Johnny had managed to intercept every interaction Simon would have with you. It was starting to piss the lieutenant off. It felt like every single time he went to speak with you, there Soap was, clung to your side like a god damn puppy.

He tried to change the schedule you two had unconsciously created. He used to show up at your door at 11PM. Then Johnny started doing the same. 

“Havin’ a hard time sleepin’, lass,” The Scott would tell you. “You always make me feel better. Would ya mind talkin’ my ear off?” 

After Simon caught on, he started showing up at 10PM. 

At first, it would work. He’d spend forty five minutes pounding into you, making a mess of your body while you whimpered. Tears of pleasure filled your eyes as he tugged on your hair. His hips slammed into your own as his fingertips gripped at your waist, leaving bruises behind. It was enough time to get his fill of her before leaving without a word. The only sound emitting from him was one of him grunting as he pulled up his pants and walked out the door. Aftercare was never his forte.

To save yourself from tears, you tried not to think about it. Instead, you ignored the ache in your body as you quickly shot off of whichever surface Simon had chosen to fuck you on for the night, and you put yourself straight into the shower. By the time that you had finished washing and scrubbing away the shame you felt between your legs, there was another knock on your door. You knew exactly who it was.

You weren't sure that you were in a place to be a means of support for the Scottish Sergeant knocking at your door, but you opened it nonetheless. He’s got a sheepish grin on his face, but it quickly falls when he sees the state you’re in.

Seeing you fresh out of the shower wasn’t something unusual for him. There have been plenty of times, both on and off duty, where he’d seen you scrubbed clean with wet hair and a bare face. It didn’t faze him. What did faze him was the worn look that took over your features - the way your smile was disingenuous. It didn’t quite reach your eyes…

Yet you didn't hesitate to give him a shoulder. “Hey Soap,” you greeted with a raspy voice. “Come on - bed’s all ready to go. “M ready to talk your ears off.” 

“Bonnie,” is all he says when he walks in. He quickly takes your hand and leads you over to the bed. The scent of sex hits his nose as he sits you down. It’s as if it’s permanently buried into them. It makes him want to vomit. He didn’t understand what Simon didn’t see in you. How could Simon take one look at you and not fall completely? 

Sure, you may have enjoyed the activities for the forty five minutes it lasted, but the way you looked after it all? It was heartbreaking. It was as if you knew how bad Simon was for you, but you couldn’t pull yourself out of it. Every time that he grabbed you, came to your door, looked you in the eyes, it felt impossible to tell him no. All you wanted to was to be with him, be close to him, and look where it got you.

Johnny shakes his head in disapproval. There’s nothing that he yearns for more than to march over to Simon’s quarters and punch him square in the jaw. He’s got the most beautiful woman they’d ever known in the palm of his hands, and this is how he treats her? This is how he leaves her feeling, like nothing but a human fleshlight? Fuck that.

But he doesn’t do it. Instead, he helps his fellow sergeant lie down in the bed, turning you on your side so that you're facing him. His big and burley arms create a cage around your frame. Like a dog returning to its kennel for comfort, you bury your face into the man’s chest and silently cry.

“I know it’s none of my business, darlin’,” Johnny says. “But whatever you and Simon have? You deserve much more; you don’t have to stick around for him forever. There are good things out there for you.”

Something in the air shifts at his words. The crying and the soft trembling suddenly stops, and he can feel your hands grip even harder at the shirt he’s wearing.

“G’night, Soap,” is all you manage to say.

You fell asleep in Johnny’s arms that night. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, but it was the first time you didn’t spend the entire night thinking of Simon Riley.

Soap started showing up at 9PM every night from there on. It was a routine he’d fallen into with you: Eat dinner at 8. Shower at 8:30. Get ready for bed by 8:50. Meet in your room at 9:00. Sleep at 10:00.

It was every single god damn night, and between missions and training, it left no room for Simon to get a moment alone with you. There was no time for him to use you, release his frustrations onto you in the form of deep thrusts and hitched breathing.

It’s four weeks, an entire month, of all of this until he finally gets the chance to fuck you again. He’s so pent up that he’s sure he’ll cum the second he’s inside of her, but he can’t even care. He needed her.

Johnny had been out on leave for a few days - a family emergency. He’d quickly said goodbye to you, giving you a kiss on the forehead, promising he’d be back soon, before he was off base.

Finally, Simon thought, no more distractions.

The clock strikes 10PM, and the lieutenant is right outside of your door. His large fist pounds against your door three times, and it makes your jump in surprise. When you manage to calm yourself down, however, you realize who it is and what he’s there for.

You takes a few seconds to take a few deep breaths. It had been so long since you and Simon had done anything. Any time he went to make a move, Johnny had been there, pulling you in another direction. Though, you couldn’t complain.

You have little time to think about it as you hear Simon’s deep, raspy voice speak to you through the door. “Come on, love,” he says. “Open up.”

Love.

The way he fucked you was full of anything but… He didn’t start slow. He didn’t seem to wait for you to adjust. The second he entered you, he set a harsh, unforgiving pace. He fucked you. He didn’t love you.

Before you knew it, you were opening the door. If you pulled any harder, you’d be ripping it off of its hinges.

Your eyes catch a glimpse of deep, dark brown eyes and blonde lashes. You used to love those eyes. You used to want to swim in them, letting the dark abyss completely take you. Fuck, maybe you still crave that feeling.

“There you are,” Simon coos. There’s a smugness to his voice, as if he’s won something from you.

“Lieutenant Riley,” You say. Your tone is void of any emotion. All you were to him was a Sergeant, and to you, he was only your Lieutenant.

Simon doesn’t say another word as his large hands find their way down to your hips where he grips you tight. His feet begin moving, pushing you back inside of the room, before one of them kicks the door closed behind him.

As Simon reaches down to pull off the shirt you had been wearing, you push him away. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Simon is dumbfounded by the reaction. “I’m here to fuck you,” he says, as if it’s the most sane thing in the world. “What’s gotten into you?”

You shake your head at him. “No, Simon,” you tell him. “You need to get out of here. I don’t wanna see you anymore.”

Simon laughs. He actually fucking laughs. “That easy to move on, yeah? What, does Soap fuck you better than I do?”

“It’s not about that-“

“So he doesn’t?”

“Fuck you! That's not what I said,” You respond. “Just don’t wanna be around you anymore. I’m done.”

A pit begins to form in the bottom of Simon’s stomach. He can finally feel the weight of his actions. Every little thing he’d done to you was finally beginning to form into a huge ball of consequences. “So what? You in love with him or something?” He asks, envy taking over his demeanor.

“I didn’t say that, Simon,” you respond. “Not that it’s any of your business anyways.”

Ping!

You glance down at your phone as it goes off. A notification pops up on the screen - a little green icon. 

JOHN MACTAVISH Hey darling. Everything’s going as well as a family emergency can over here. Fancy a face chat in a few? 

The message is followed up by a single heart emoji. 

Simon lets out a sort of growl as he sees the message. “Can’t fuckin’ believe this - you can’t be with him!” 

“You can’t tell me what to do!” You argue. Your hands reach up and push against his hard chest, knocking him back only a small step. “You don’t fucking own me, Simon. You never did! I have never been yours, and I will never be yours! You made that clear long ago!” 

“So because I kept up my end of our deal - the one we both made to not catch any feelings, I’m being punished for it?” Simon challenges. 

You roll your eyes and throw your hands up in frustration. “Oh my fucking god, do you even hear yourself? Like do you actually hear the fucking words that you’re saying to me right now?” 

“If you really think that Johnny can fuck you better-”

“It’s not always about sex, Simon!” You interrupt in an outburst. He finally goes silent as you take a few deep breaths. “Maybe I’m catching feelings for him, and if you really don’t feel anything for me, then you shouldn’t have an issue with that,” you declare. “Soap - John treats me really fuckin’ good, and I’m not gonna ruin whatever the fuck it is I have going on with him just because you can’t keep it in your pants. Go find another soldier to make  your barracks bunny.” 

Simon is left dumbfounded at your words. There couldn’t be any way that Johnny could actually be winning you over, right? 

You run a hand through your hair in exhaustion. “Listen, Simon, I think you should go.”

“Love-”

“Don’t call me that.” The way you immediately shut him down takes him by surprise. You’d never been so defiant with him before. 

Before he can say anything else, your phone begins to ring. His fists clenched as he sees a photo of the Scottish Sergeant illuminate your screen. It’s a silly photo - a mirror selfie in which the man is poking his tongue out. It’s the type of photo you send to a lass to make her giggle. 

Simon’s heart sinks into the bottom of his stomach as he can see you softly smile. 

You move to look back at the man in your room, ready to ask him to leave, but he’s already moving out the door, slamming it behind him. It makes you flinch, but you quickly forget about it as you pick up your phone to answer the call. 

As soon as you do, you see Johnny’s face, a sweet grin spreads across it. You get lost in the digital sea of his blue eyes as he greets you. “Bonnie!” He exclaims. “There she is. Was gettin’ worried that you’d fallen asleep. Didn’t wanna wake you.” 

You shake your head. “No, I’m awake,” you chuckle. Blush fills your cheeks and you can feel the tips of your ears become warm as you admit to him, “I miss you.”

Johnny feels his heart skip a beat. “I miss you too, lass,” he tells you. “I’ll be back before you know it though. Just wait patiently for me, like a good girl, yeah?” 

You giggle. “Sure thing.” 

Meanwhile, Simon has his head pressed against your door. He’d missed his chance to make things right - to tell you how damn sorry he was for treating you so horribly. He’d miss the chance to tell you that he was falling in love with you faster than he could process, and it fucking terrified him. He’d never get the chance again. 

Now, there he was, standing pathetically outside of your door as he listened in to your conversation with Johnny. He can feel tears well up in his eyes as he picks up on how light and soft the tone of your voice is when you speak with the other man. It was a lot softer than you’d ever given him. Why couldn’t it have been like that between you and him?

Simon shakes his head and grunts as he blinks back the water in his eyes. He pushed himself away from the door, and he made his way down to the training area where he took out all of his anger on a poor punching bag. By the time he was done, his knuckles were raw and bloody from the lack of proper protection. 

As his brown eyes fixated upon the broken skin, all he could think about his how different the conversation could have gone if he had just opened himself up to you. 

But hey,

self sabotage is what Simon Riley did best.

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