When Ghost needed to be Simon, he was Simon. He never thought a moment would come that Simon was more useful than Ghost. His husband always did like to prove him wrong…

It’d been a week since you finally got from your mission. You weren’t you though…were you? You were flinchy, stressed, agitated and restless. Not you. He knew you had seen some things on your mission, horrifying things. So he was patient. He planed to guide you back to him and thankfully Price was more than willing to give him a month or so off. Perks of never taking vacation days.

He stepped into the bedroom with a cup of that tea you liked, spotting you and his dog, Riley on the bed. The dog laying into your side with his head on your stomach, he probably knew something was up too, smart dog. You were watching TV, well, more like staring blankly at a series on the tv as you pet Riley’s head.