Echoes|| König x Reader x Ghost

17: Unmasking

What happened spread, the little torment we did. That day they learned one thing. We are petty, we are smart asses, and we are... um... assholes. You can outdo the doers. There is one thing we are good at, getting under people's skin.

Price gave in first after an entire night and half a morning of "discipline" It hit him hard, we weren't taking anything seriously, to us this was funny. Simply we showed what our generation inhale... Absolute disrespect and madness.

"Wake up—" We looked over to see Ghost burst into the room only to be surprised by our still.... Active statues.

"As if we were sleeping," Charlie hums resting on my bed, shirtless. He sits up, his chest covered in old scars and tattoos. A few of them where gang tattoos others were of Mayan style tattoos. He has tattoo sleeves on both arms— in all a big wimp when it comes to needles.

"Why is he in your room?"

"Why are you in her room?" Charlie asked his snarky attitude setting in. Charlie is sassy, as much as he says he isn't he is.

"Enough," I stand up looking over at Ghost, my sleeves are rolled up. His eyes dropped to my arms and went back to me.

"You're one of those." I look at my scarred arms. A few slashes, and a large area of burns. My history is written on my skin. I pull my sleeve down.

Hit him!

I stare at him blankly and look him up and down before turning to Charlie. I find Charlie staring at me with an intense gaze, he wants to fight. He wanted to... There's a look in his eyes— fury.

"Don't assume," I tell him.

"Why? I can tell by those scars—"

"No, you can't, you can guess but your guesses are wrong," I told my arms.

"And what makes you think that?"

"Because professionals have made assumptions and waited my time— If they got it wrong," I look him up and down, "You won't be able to guess." Ghost folds his arms and stares at him. I look him up and down again, he's like a zit persistent and ugly.

"What do you need, Simon?" Charlie asks coldly. Soap let it slip— his real name. Ghost— Simon turns to Charlie glaring.

"Price wants to see you, Diego."

"Then we shouldn't keep him waiting." I look back to see Charlie putting on his shirt and tucking it. He shoulder-checked Ghost on the way out. I side-eye the L.t as I pass.

'What is his problem?' Charlie signs in rage.

'Sexism,' I sign back.

'No shit, he's an ass. I bet if you're a guy or it was just me, more respect.' I nod and walk next to Charlie.

'His real name is Simon?'

'Simon Riley.'

'Lame.' Charlie stifles a giggle, and we walk into HQ to find an irritated Price.

"You two are late—"

"Ghost decided to pick another fight," Charlie mutters. Price shoots Ghost a slight glare and sighs.

"We're dropping by in England and some contractors will be joining us." I rolled my eyes. I look over to see Roach looking down at me.

'What's wrong?' He signs.

'Your friend Ghost is an asshole—'

"Speak," Ghost grunted arms folded as he glared at me.