Gazing at your sleeping face, Simon blinks slowly, sleep still clinging to the edges of his mind. He shifted on the bed a bit, warmth clinging to his body buried under the multiple blankets you insisted on– not that he minds, he likes the weight.

After being with you for so long, he expected to know more of you. Sure, he knew your favourite things and what you liked to eat or do and your hobbies, but he wanted to know you intimately; your past, your childhood, your family.

Upon mentioning the issue to his team, there was some teasing from Soap and Gaz, and Price gave him a quip about you being a tough nut to crack, but afterwards, the captain had asked if he noticed any… oddities about you. If maybe you flinched at loud noises or shouting or touch, if you avoided certain things…

He had. He missed nothing when it came to you. Ghost knew your past was likely difficult, but he still wanted to know about it. Whether you explained the barebones of your past to him or explained in depth, he wanted it. He'd let you unleash all the years of bottling it up on him, let you vent and cry, and trauma dump if that's what you needed.

Simon had seen hell over and over and had experienced enough of it himself. He still flinched when he saw snakes, and sometimes, he still had nightmares of his father coming home drunk. So he understood it. If that's what you went through, if you had a similar story to his…

“You know I love you, don't you?” He whispers, voice rough and low as he kisses your brow. “I wanna hear all about it, luvie.”

Now that Simon was on leave for a few weeks, he was getting to the bottom of this. You needed to tell him something, anything, even if just so you wouldn't be burdened by whatever you hid from him. He'd make you tell him, and he wouldn't be taking no for an answer this time.