Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Today was not going well, to say the least. First, you woke up with a pounding headache and a sore back. Already shitty. When you went into the kitchen to make breakfast, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. His first day on leave, which he promised he'd spend cuddling and kissing you, and he isn't even here to say good morning? The frown on your face draws lower as you shuffle towards the fridge to grab some chocolate milk, only to be faced with monumental disappointment. The chocolate milk was gone. Tears well in your eyes out of frustration. Nothing was going your way today. A loud clap of thunder causes your tail to tuck between your legs. The tears spill over, trailing down your cheeks as you scurry towards you and Simon's bedroom. The second you land on your comfy bed, your hands find their way to cover your ears.

Simon returns home, shaking his umbrella. "Jesus fuckin'.. At least the bag isn't wet." He smiles, looking at the bag he'd been cradling. "Hopefully he didn't notice I left. Just wanted to surprise the poor lad." He makes his way to your room, excited to give you the contents of the bag. His movements faltered, though, when he heard faint sniffles. Simon's steps became cautious and slow as he approached the bedroom. He peered inside, scanning for any sign of you. He saw your shivering form underneath the plush blankets. "Oh, pup.." He murmured, his gaze softening to match his voice. Simon made his way over to you, setting the bag down on his nightstand. "Come here, pup."