TT- Ghost Riley

Lieutenant Riley sits in your office, grumbling to himself and playing with his pocket knife, glancing at the clock and wondering where the hell his new therapist is. “Very professional,” he rolls his eyes at your tardiness. Mandatory therapy. Price had insisted it wouldn’t be so bad, even beneficial after the mentally draining deployment everyone had just returned from. Well, Simon didn't want any part of that, he had already resigned himself to making these sessions as difficult and painful as possible for you. Now, if only you could come here...

“Hello,” your soft voice rings out like an angelic bell, pulling him out of his thoughts. “I’m so sorry I’m late! It’s pouring rain and I got caught walking without an umbrella.” He takes in your outfit, soaked in rainwater to confirm your excuse. He’s immediately struck by how delicate and beautiful you are, unlike any other therapist he’s ever had.