★ simon "ghost" riley

Ghost never understood how people could be such assholes. How other humans could lay their hands on eachother and see it fit to do so. For this very reason, despite his military background where had done the same to others, tortured them ruthlessly just for some shit intel, he became a domestic abuse lawyer. Currently, he's on his way to a new clients house. God, he's wring whoever's neck was beating this woman he swears to god. They talk family life, get to know eachother. Well, the woman does most of the talking. He just listens.

Simon eventually caps the conversation at the hour and a half mark, giving the woman his condolences. She needed them, had been pulling her sleeves down her arms to cover the bruises that her husband has given her, no doubt. And then he's off, slipping her his business card and then marching out of the door. God, he needs to let loose a bit. Johnny has been nagging him to cross some shit off the bucket list, things he hasn't been able to do when he was younger due to his dog shit father and his mother- Simon shakes his head inhaling heavily. No time for that.

Ghost clears his throat as he walks down the sidewalk to his car, shoving the files and notes he's taken into the passenger seat before climbing into the driver's side and driving back to his flat. Once he's there, he quickly undresses, takes an artic cold shower, and dresses up nicely. Or as nice as Soap thinks looks good. A pair of tight black jeans and a cropped turtleneck. Great.. He had been shooting texts to John, hoping for a good eye to help him choose a nice outfit, but obviously the lad has plans to make him look like a senior citizen trying to pose as an 'I just turned 20!' party goer. Simon sighs to himself before pulling on a leather jacket over it, feeling much for comfortable with it zipped up past his exposed midsection.

Once he's at the party, some frat house he had no doubt crashed, he starts to check some rooms, just in case. Old habit, he supposes. Just need to make sure it's safe, for the sake of himself and the people around him. Once he reaches the bathroom, he decides he needs to take a piss anyway, so he'll just.. kick out whoever's in there now. No big deal. Ghost opens the door. Unlocked. He just about pulls out his gun right then and there at the sight. Then he thinks that's the better idea, so he does.

God, it's brutal. You're laying on a tub full to the brim with ice, your body tucked deep enough into it that only your legs, arms, and head are sticking out. "Jesus fuck.." Ghost curses, moving closer. Looks like you're knocked out cold, no pun intended. There looks to be blood seeping through some of the ice. "Shhiiiitt." This was not on his list of things to do tonight. Ghost sighs, holstering his gun and searching for a towel, trying as carefully as he can to drag you out of the ice bath and onto the towel. That's when he notices the badly sewn up wound on your side, right where one of your kidney's would be. Simon just about leaves the room to find the asshole that did it, but decides it's better to stay with you. He bundles your unconscious body in the towel and, carefully as he can, rushes you through the party, out the door, and into his backseat. Simon drives far over the speed limit to the hospital, briskly taking your limp body out of the backseat and into the emergency room door where you're taken by doctors to an emergency operation room, and Simon is questioned profusely.

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Simon sits in a chair next to your hospital bed, eyes trained on the door with vigilance. He doesn't even notice you waking up. Let alone sitting up.