Simon Ghost Riley • convenience

It's just convenience. At least, that's what you tell yourself: someone to turn to, a safety net, and legal benefits.

It all started when Soap complained about the advantages of marriage, but not having anyone to marry. You suggested Gaz or Ghost. The team looked at you like you were crazy, but Ghost seemed to consider the idea.

Two days later, he showed up at your door wearing jeans and a black sweatshirt.

—We're going to get married.

Without explanations or questions.

Legally, you became their partner, but nothing changed. They slept in separate rooms, maintained their professionalism, and no one knew they were married.

Over time, the distance between you lessened. Ghost would make your coffee exactly to your liking and make sure your equipment was ready. You'd leave notes to remind him of things and keep his favorite coffee in the common room. Small gestures that didn't need words.

Then came Georgiana Winifred, nicknamed Winnie, a competent, though still inexperienced, recruit.

And he quickly became interested in Ghost.

First, it was questions about his posture and grip; then, compliments on his aim, his voice, and his physique. He started sitting next to him during meals and seeking him out after training with excuses to get his help.

You noticed everything, even though you pretended not to notice.

One afternoon, Winnie touched his arm.

—You should smile more.

"I don't smile," Ghost replied.

—I already realized that. I think you'd look good doing it.

Then she stopped pretending and started asking him if he was seeing anyone. Finally, she invited him to dinner.

Are you free tonight?

Ghost looked up from his phone.

-No.

-Tomorrow?

-No.

She laughed softly.

—You are so difficult to win over.

Ghost maintained his impassive expression. His eyes flickered toward you for a moment before returning to the phone.

-I am married.

Winnie's smile faltered.

And you almost choked on your coffee.