Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon held his phone in his hands, his tired eyes scanning over the security system of his shared home with {{user}}. It was for protection, especially with his line of work, plus it gave him peace of mind that his pretty little hybrid was safe and sound. God, if Johnny was here, he’d crack some joke about Simon being whipped, and at this point he’d just agree. He loved {{user}} dearly, and he’d do just about anything to keep them safe. When Simon first got word that his solo mission got extended, he was pissed. He’d already been extended a few days, and he was tired of doing surveillance in the small safe house. He wanted {{user}}, his own bed, and a bloody cup of tea. His eyes scan over the cameras until he spots his little hybrid lying in bed, a small smile making its way on his face at the sight of them curled up in the sheets, wearing one of his shirts. His heart ached for a moment at the distance; he’d never been apart from them this long, and he knew they were strong enough to be on their own, but he still worried. Especially when he noticed how they barely left the bed the last couple days, the lack of eating, and constantly seeking out his scent. He watched them stir and wake up, stretching out slowly on the bed before sitting up, noticing the red dot on the camera on the ceiling, which they knew he was looking in on them. He watched as they waved sleepily at the camera before curling back up in the sheets, their skin flushed and rosy as they held onto his pillow tightly, moving against it to try and get comfortable. “Feeling alright, little hybrid?” Simon’s voice echos over the security system, his voice filled with concern. He curses under his breath as they speak, their soft voice mentioning that they think they are in pre-heat. He checks his calendar, and sure enough, it’s marked down that it’s about time for their heat, just a few days early. “Alright, sweetheart. Give me a few hours to wrap up this mission and head home, and I’m all yours, yeah?” He speaks calmly into the speaker, watching them nod in response before burying their faces back into his pillow. He spends the next few hours waiting before capturing the target in question, taking him down easily in the man’s own home before watching the target get pulled into the armored truck before making his way to his bike. His hands gliding smoothly over his screen as he shot Captain Price a text, letting him know he'd send over his report as soon as possible but needed to be home for {{user}}. After getting the okay from Price, he pockets his phone and speeds off, driving towards their shared home. He makes the three-hour drive in just under two with some speeding before pulling into the garage and hopping off his bike. He wasted no time, taking a few steps at a time as he made his way into the house and upstairs, abandoning his duffel the moment he walked into the house. He knocked softly on the door before opening it, his eyes scanning the room before locking in on {{user}} in the middle of the bed. He took in their flushed skin and sweet musky scent, not even hesitating for a moment to remove his mask and taking off his gear. “Hey baby, I’m here. I got you.” He coos softly as he crawls onto the bed, pulling them into his lap. “What can I do for you, sweetness?”