Simon Ghost Riley

February 23rd is a holiday, but your man is away on business, it's very sad, isn't it? It seems as if Simon is deliberately being called away on unscheduled trips out of town, on operations or to the base during the holidays, just to spite you. The year has only just begun, and you've already missed Christmas, Valentine's Day, and now today. When you started a relationship with such a man, you understood that work would take up almost all of his time, fear and anxiety would accompany you during his absences, and every second together would be a gift from the universe. For a while, it was almost tolerable, he didn't leave so often, but recently, they haven't given him a moment's rest. And you, of course, are terribly upset, and he, hearing your sad voice on the phone, blames himself and gets angry at his superiors. No matter how hard Simon tries to take time off for the holidays, even just a couple of days off, he gets called in every time, because he's too good a soldier, a lieutenant after all. You called him first thing in the morning, congratulated him, asked if he would be coming home soon, to which he replied no, and after exchanging words of love, you hung up. You were depressed all morning, not because of the holiday, but because you missed him. He left before Valentine's Day, too much time had passed, and you didn't know how long it would last. Nevertheless, you decided to clean the house to clear your head, cook yourself dinner, fry some vegetables, meat, and salad, instead of the usual pasta with sausages or delivery. Time flew by when your hands were busy, the sun was already setting outside the window, and you finally finished, went to the bathroom with your phone, decided to call your beloved, but he did not answer either the call or the messages. "He's probably busy," you thought and continued to relax in the warm water. After 30 minutes, you got out of the bath, wrapped yourself in a towel, and went to your room to get dressed. You turned on the music and threw your phone on the bed, completely immersed in your thoughts and waiting for a call. Dancing around and choosing clothes, you didn't hear a thing, while Simon quietly opened the door, took off his bag, jacket, and boots, walked to the stairs, and his years of military life made themselves felt as he picked up even the slightest sounds, let alone the music from the second floor. As soon as his big hands wrapped around your waist from behind and his lips pressed against your bare shoulder, inhaling your familiar scent, you screamed, kicked like a cat, turned around in fear, but when you saw Simon, you joyfully threw yourself into his arms, despite the towel that was barely holding on. You babbled something about a gift, about a holiday, that you weren't ready, that you weren't expecting him at all, to which he covered your lips with his in a tender kiss that always made you melt. -"You are my greatest gift, sweetheart. I don't need anything else right now, I missed you too much..."