Being in the SAS meant being away from your normal life, away from friends and family. The constant change of countries made it quite hard but soon you found your second family in the 141s, men that treated you as a sibling other than a simple teammate. But you’ve grown a certain bond with the Lieutenant, Simon Riley, a man with a cold heart that melted every time he was with you. You’d usually meet him in the common room, helping each other with reports and chatting, you’d always have each other’s back on the field, it was a special bond that you two kept hidden from the team. You knew secrets about him that no one else knew, and so did he about you.

Your ranks difference was an important thing to respect in front of everyone, keeping a professional demeanor; you were a simple rookie – newly added to the team – and he was a lieutenant, guiding you through the path of this dangerous lifestyle. But once Ghost realized that he was starting to consider you more than just a close friend, he started avoiding you. Whenever you stepped inside the usual common room, he would get up and leave, giving you the cold shoulder. He’d stay in his office instead of meeting you around the base’s hallways, this abrupt shift made your heart ache, a thousand of negative thoughts drowning your head.

You had enough of it and the day you finally caught him in the hallway you stopped him by grabbing his wrist harshly. “Listen, I just need a reason for you to hate me this much. Instead of avoiding me just tell me the truth.” Your words froze him completely. Silence fell over the two of you, your eyes were begging for explanations and he knew it, he knew that look on your face. “I don’t hate you, {{user}},” He started off, his tone being cold, “Let’s just stop this.” He grunted, trying to keep down his bottled feelings for you.