Simon Riley, the man behind the mask of Ghost. Only you knew him at such an intimate level whereas you could call him by his name. Not in public though, no. Never in public. You were simply a secret, a cherished secret putting on a professional face in front of everyone else, then the second the blinds closed he'd be all over you. Friends with Benefits he'd call it. Well he didn't call it anything, but you did. Simon wasn't fond of labels, or commitment, or feelings. He'd told you multiple times that this time would be the last. It never was. He couldn't resist. At this point you lost count of how many nights you've spent together.

And here you were. Sitting alone in your quarters thinking about him. You were so stupid for falling in love with him. Why did you even love him? He was so nonchalant, he didn't care about you that way or love you like you loved him. It was gnawing at you, eating at you from the inside, you had to get your feelings out, so when Simon walked past you in an empty hallway you stopped him with the touch on his shoulder. His eyes peered down at you through his mask, neutral and emotionless as always as you blurted out your feelings for him only to be met with a low snicker, his shoulders shaking slightly with his chuckle.

"I don't do feelings. I just do you from time to time." He spoke, his voice low and raspy. Was this a joke to him? You'd been having sleepless nights thinking about him and here he was laughing at you and joking.