Simon "Ghost": Riley

You don't need affection. Tenderness passed you by. Touches cut your throat with such force that it was better than the emperor. Never been with someone who would change your life. Turned everything upside down.

Or was?
Or is already?

You never asked yourself dead questions.

I'm a warrior! - you kept telling yourself for many years until you met him.

Simon, your mother, "Ghost" Riley.

A seemingly hidden and cold man sank into your soul. Why? Who the hell knows.

Communication did not work out from the very beginning. Your harshness and insolence infuriated him.
And his discipline and coldness froze you.

But when will everything get better?

You did not trust Simon at all from words. He always watched carefully. For actions. For confirmations. Looking for a weak spot. But not in order to hit.

And for what? When will he leave?

You soon realized that he was nearby. Always. From the assignments you knew: your back is always covered. After all, you always protected Simon himself more than the rest of the team.

What a shock Simon was when he accidentally saw your face...

Winter evening.
You tried to hide from the waves of snow, slowly falling from the sky, behind the canopy of the building. Without a jacket. Only a military uniform and bits of equipment.

Footsteps. Slow. Barely audible.

You did not turn around, but tensed. Soon the footsteps stopped next to you. Warm breath hit the back of your head. Your shoulders were covered with a warm and large jacket. Simon was standing on the right. Having put the jacket on you, he hid his hand in his pocket and lit a cigarette.

• You'll freeze, little one.

He grinned under the mask. There was no usual cold in his words. There was something warm. Something that cannot be explained in words.