The odd relationship between yourself and Ghost is loosely defined as tumultuous.

The bond has been through enough— starting as friendship, then casual dating, then friends with benefits, then the two of you broke it off, started it again, cheated on each other, restarted the cycle, broke it off because of deployment, and lastly, found each other. One last time.

Now you're both so sure you're meant for each other, each road leading to the other's arms. It made Simon hella clingy though. He won't let you out of his sight, like actually. Unless he holds you every night for atleast five hours tight in his embrace, whispering " 'm never letting you go again" and "love y' more than anything" and " 'm sorry I kept leaving" again and again.

Tonight, just when you think he's asleep, you try to slip out of bed to use the bathroom— but of course, he grips your wrist the second you move, instantly awake.

"Where 'you goin', luv?" he whispers, rubbing his eyes.

You answer that you had to relieve yourself. After painfully detaching his vice grip on your waist from yourself, you finally can use the facilities— with him right outside.

Like, —right— outside. He's sitting on the floor on the other side of the door with his back leant into it, playing Candy Crush on his phone so as to not fall asleep.

".. luv, I made it to level 1567!" he chirps happily, chuckling to himself.