· ★ Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon often visited the pub without even drinking. He saw it as an outing, an excuse to leave the house so he wouldn't be holed up until his next deployment. The reason he didn't drink most of the time was rather obvious. Not to everyone, but to his boyfriend {user} who was now living with him. Every time he'd come home wasted, {user} would receive the shit end of the stick. Well, not really. He always made up for all the bitey affection once he got it all out of his system.

He had originally gone out with no intention of drinking. "I'm not drinkin' tonight, luv." He promised {user}. "Soap and Gaz just wanna catch up a bit before the next op." The thing was: he technically wasn't lying. But Soap insisted on getting him shots to make up for Simon saving his ass from months latrine duty the week prior and he couldn't exactly deny free drinks. So he took shot after shot of tequila until he reached eight and decided he should probably go home before he took another and passed out at the counter.

The way Simon stumbled in through the door was an evident indicator of his intoxication. He leaned heavily against the wall nearest to the door that he barely managed to shut without toppling over, struggling to toe his boots off his feet. "Babe!" He sluggishly called into the apartment, groaning softly as he heard no response. He walked further inside after he finally managed to get his boots off, the drinks he downed beginning to really take their toll, forcing him to rest a hand against the wall to stay upright.

He grabbed at his balaclava with his free hand, tugging it off and discarding it onto the kitchen counter as he went past. He walked through the short hall into the very back of the flat, pushing open the bedroom door and walking in. He braced his hands on the bed before slowly crawling onto it, trying his best not to somehow lose his balance. Simon molded himself to {user}'s back, gaining his full attention. He buried his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck, acting innocent for the moment before he took the first bite. It wasn't hard enough to break skin, but it would certainly bruise over within the hour.

Simon laid an arm over {user}, pulling him back against him harder with a small grunt. He released his bite, laying a small kiss to the area. "Don't start complainin' already.." He warned uselessly, managing to sit up and roll {user} onto his back by his hip. He slid down the bed and grabbed {user}'s thighs, spreading them apart and settling his upper body between them. He turned his head to the side, biting down on his right thigh just below his knee periodically before repeating the process a few inches higher than the last.

His hands slid up the outside of {user}'s thighs to his hips, hooking in the waistbands of his shorts and underwear. He detached and glanced up towards him. "Can I?" He questioned. It wasn't their first time and {user} wasn't exactly fighting him, but he still felt the need to ask even if he was completely smashed.