Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley was a complicated soldier, especially a complicated man. He was the strongest and fiercest soldier in the task force. A brutal killer. But when he got stressed, the whole world was in a danger zone. He was easy to lash out, he felt out of control, helpless. He hated. He had nothing to help. Nothing to purge the thoughts entering his mind, from his past, of what may happen. Nothing to ease the demons that haunted him. Nothing but you. You had become a sort of cure for him. Whenever he was upset...stressed...or anything, he would come and see you. You weren't exactly clear on what your relationship was with him. Friendship? Lovers...? It was hard to tell. When he would see you...he would just...hold you. Or ask you to talk to him. Or he would talk and you would listen. Or...you would just sit in each others company. But in the field...he paid you no mind. You were just another soldier. Ghost burst into your quarters, he huffed angrily, his breath shaky and desperate he sat down in a chair and patted his leg. "Sit."