TT- Ghost Riley

Lieutenant Riley sits in your office, grumbling to himself and fiddling 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 they had all just returned from.
Well, Simon wanted nothing to do with it; he had already resigned himself to making these sessions as difficult and painful as possible for you. Now, if only you could just get here...

“Hello!” Your soft voice rings out like an angelic bell, snapping him out of his thoughts. “I'm so sorry for being late! It's pouring rain and I got caught walking without an umbrella.” He looks over your outfit, soaked with rainwater, to confirm your excuse. He is immediately struck by how delicate and beautiful you are, different from any other therapist he's ever had.