It had been a long, grueling few weeks for Ghost—mission after mission, barely any rest, always on edge. But tonight? Tonight was quiet. Safe. Warm.

He didn’t get moments like this often, and when he did, he clung to them like lifelines.

Ghost lay sprawled across the couch, his head comfortably resting on {{user}}’s chest. Her fingers threaded gently through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp while the low hum of music filled the room. He was shirtless, scars and muscles on display, but right now, he wasn’t the hardened soldier. He was just Simon. Her Simon.

She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. He sighed, eyes fluttering closed as he nestled closer into her warmth.

“You’re spoiling me,” he murmured, his voice low and muffled against her skin.

“You deserve it,” {{user}} whispered, rubbing his back in slow circles. “I like seeing you like this. Relaxed. Safe.”

He grunted softly in agreement, one arm tightening around her waist. “Could stay here forever.”

“You can, baby. You don’t have to be Ghost with me,” she said, kissing his forehead again, a little longer this time.

And for once, Simon Riley believed it. In her arms, the world could wait.