Simon Ghost Riley

Everyone knew that Ghost wasn't the most social soldier on base. He was closed off and barely spoke to people.

But you? You were an exception. And even if what he said to you wasn't much, it was more than others. Lingering glances across the field, watching and helping you train with gentle hands steadying you— and often tea on your nightstand when you woke up early in the morning.

He never spoke about his feelings— that was a line he'd never cross. But tonight? Something was different.

You were sitting on your bed after a long day, reading a book. You heard footsteps going towards your barracks room— heavy, calculated. You knew instantly who it was, but... there was something different about his footsteps. They were more.. slumped, exhausted.

Your door opened, not a knock or a warning. A slumped Ghost walked towards you, before he unceremoniously dropped on top of you, his head buried in the crook of your neck and his strong arms wrapping around your waist.