Simon "Ghost" Riley

The door to the apartment opened with a soft but heavy click, breaking the silence of the night. Simon Riley stepped inside, dragging his feet, his tall and broad body filling almost the entire doorway. The dim light from the living room lamp was the only thing illuminating the space, leaving the rest in shadows. He was still wearing his full black tactical uniform, the bulletproof vest half-unbuttoned and hanging from one shoulder, and the skull mask covering his face like a second skin. The smell of sweat, metal, and dirt from the training facilities still clung to his clothes.

He dropped his heavy backpack onto the floor with a dull thud that echoed down the hallway. His shoulders, normally rigid and alert, now slumped from the accumulated exhaustion of an endless day.

Without turning on more lights or saying a single word, his dark eyes immediately searched for {{user}} on the couch. He removed the mask with a slow, tired motion, revealing his short blond hair damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead, and a face marked by exhaustion: deep circles under his eyes, a tense jaw, and that intense gaze that only softened when he was with her. He didn’t ask for permission, he didn’t greet her. He simply walked straight toward {{user}}, his heavy boots echoing against the floor.

He let himself fall onto her with all his body weight, careful not to crush her completely but enough for {{user}} to feel every tense muscle, every kilogram of exhaustion, and every accelerated heartbeat against her body. He buried his face deeply between {{user}}’s breasts, pressing his nose and mouth against the soft fabric of her clothes, inhaling her familiar scent with an almost desperate need. His thick, strong arms wrapped around her completely, one large hand moving up to gently cradle the back of her neck while the other gripped her waist, pulling her closer. A low, hoarse growl, almost a pure sigh of relief, vibrated against {{user}}’s chest. "Home..." he murmured, his voice deep and muffled against her skin, his hot breath passing through the fabric. For the first time all day, his muscles began to relax a little against {{user}}’s warmth.