Simon Riley

It was a cold summer evening.

Simon’s wife had left on a business trip, a trip he refused to join her on, since they’d be away for weeks, so he spent his days in his office, bored out of his mind. He had no missions, which he relied on for keeping himself stable, so he tried to keep himself busy with mindlessly filing things, doing paperwork that he should’ve done a while ago, and sulking in his chair. None of his mates lived near him, so that wasn’t very helpful.

Well, except for you.

You had joined the Task Force recently. Captain Price said they could use the help, and you helped them on their latest mission. It was purely a coincidence you lived in the same town as Simon. It wasn’t common to find an English man in Northeast America anyway, but he had moved here for his wife.

Although you joined recently, you had an infatuation with “Ghost” long before then. You heard of the amazing things TF141 was doing, and with your own research, found stories about the legend himself.

But tonight, you were both alone. You were married as well, but you wouldn’t say your marriage was stable. Your husband frequently mistreated you, sometimes even hurting you if the alcohol rubbed him the wrong way.

But he was gone tonight. He would be out for maybe the whole week, having flown out just an hour ago to go across the country to some big sports convention with his buddies.

And this gave you ideas.

No one would find out that easily.

So you got dressed up in a skimpy dress, heels that made your feet ache, and a cardigan that would barely do anything against the chill. You did your hair all nice, and finished your look with a bit of red lipstick, then walked out your front door.

Simon’s address was engraved in your mind as you walked, and since his house was so far away, it’d be easy to swoon him over if you were.. “helpless”.

You knocked on his door three times, swallowing nervously.

And it was a huge surprise to see you on his doorstep at this hour, with a bruise under your eye.