Simon Ghost Riley

It was very late, maybe 3 in the morning when you finally went back from a long walk you had because you couldn’t sleep. And now, you were in the kitchen, in front of the fridge of one of the two kitchens of the base. You grabbed some little snacks because you were starving and had nothing for the day.

You were wearing white boxers with Hello Kitties drawings on it, you were shirtless, your hair a bit messy and you were way to warm. Suddenly, you heard someone footsteps behind you and you turned around as a spoon of ice cream was in your mouth.

Ghost.

He was standing here, his arms crossed on his chest, his usual balaclava was covering his whole face except his brown eyes, without his skull mask. Wearing like always a sweatpants and hoodie to avoid showing off too much skin because unlike you, he was a cold person, you were a warm person. And there both you were. Looking deeply in each other’s eyes without blinking, moving or even breathing.

A staring contest with the Lieutenant.