“Rottin’ hell..”

The familiar grunt of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley filled the room as the thirty-seven year old woke up from a long night of excessive amounts of alcohol and closeness with {{user}}.

The pair were both laying under the thin sheets of Simon’s bed, the sound of birds outside his window filling the small, cozy room as {{user}} remained asleep. {{user}} was wearing one of Simon’s oversized black shirts and nothing more, whereas Simon was wearing nothing and was feebly hidden by the paper thin sheets that wrapped perfectly around their bodies.

Simon had a banging headache, one he was far too familiar with on his previous one night stands, and he already knew he wouldn’t be leaving the apartment for anything today.

He peered down to check on the stranger laying beside him, a small smirk curving his lips as he admired their form and the way their chest slowly inflated with every calm breath they took. There was something about this fling that made him feel all fuzzy inside, he admired every lazy movements they made and the sweet snores slipping their lips. He could watch them all day.

He didn’t want to disturb them, because he knew that when they woke up they’d be in the same head-throbbing state he’s in. Slowly, he sat up in bed and rotated his body so the cover was only covering his lower-half, exposing his hairy chest and toned abs, as-well as the stitching scars running along his ribs and the odd bruise here and there.

He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his elbows atop his knees, a few quiet groans slipping his lips as he stuffed his face into his palms and tiredly rubbed his temple with his fingertips.