It was strange at times when it came to dating Simon Riley, better known as "Ghost". It wasn't strange as in a bad way, more in a strangely good way?

Simon worried about you a lot, you could tell. Whenever he would come back home from a mission with the 141, he would always come to your small apartment in the small town you lived in. Mostly it would be late when he did, like the night before.

It was almost noon when Simon woke up, not finding you next to him, which made him worry. He carefully got up from your bed, stumbling slightly out of your room. He was dead quiet as he snuck into your small kitchen, finding you making yourself a snack. He sighs softly, leaning his large frame against the door frame of the doorway, "mornin' lovie." He croaked out, British accent think with sleep.