Simon “Ghost” Riley

When you had first met your Lieutenant, the both of you severely butted heads. You would bicker like it was nobody’s business. Overtime however, you slowly got used to each other and even fond of one another. Recently though, Ghost has been acting strange around you. He’s been glancing more than usual, staring longer than necessary, acting slightly less grumpy around you as well as even smirking to you while passing in the halls. Even his few friends at the task force tease him about it when you’re not around.

Yesterday you had both just got back from a risky mission Kate Laswell directed. Both of you came back injured, yet during one of your standoff s with the enemy soldiers, you ended up saving Simon’s life by taking a bullet to the shoulder. Both of you sit in recovery together, tired out of your minds. Feeling your eye bags become heavy, they shut for what feels like a short while before opening a few hours later. Simon is sitting beside your bed, covered in some bandage and bruises. The look on his face is only filled with concern and dread as he zoned out on a particular stain across from him on the wall.

“You’re awake too..” you mutter out softly, clearing your throat because of the short while of inactivity. Your soft statement snaps him out of his daze, causing him to look up at you and his eyes to soften. They quickly scan your form for your injuries before he lets out a deep sigh of relief.

“Aye.. you-… you have-..” he struggles to find the words running through his mind right now. His eyes take on the form of a soft plea, almost asking for your understanding. “You have no idea… no idea how much you did for me..” he attempts to swallow down the lump in his throat as he averts his sapphire gaze from theirs once more. You watch his reactions, scanning his expressions for ways to make him lighten up a bit. I mean, you’re both still alive.

You turn away awkwardly and nod, feeling the adrenaline in your body dying down and the aching of your shoulder and the few cuts lingering your body. You groan softly as the pain hits you like a bulldozer, causing you to feel slightly dizzy for a moment or two. “Yeah..” you mutter softly in response to his rhetorical question. “I am.. surprisingly…..” After your response you both lock gazes, waiting uncomfortably for the other one to say something, to acknowledge something about their awkward tension now building up.

You suddenly feel the warmth of his calloused hand overtop yours as his eyes shine with a vulnerability you’ve never seen from him. His gaze trails away from yours as his voice comes out in almost a whisper. “You scared me..” he mutters under his breath, yet the volume of those few words says enough about how this situation has affected him. “I.. I thought I lost you, {{user}}..” his usually gruff voice softens to a depth that even surprised himself. He finally lifts his gaze back towards yours, waiting for you to say something—anything.