Finishing another restless mission in the task force, you and Ghost were the first to reach the barracks for some much deserved rest and downtime.

Comfortably, Simon rids himself of his shirt and virtually collapses onto his bed with an audible 'thunk' and the mattress weighing down to bear his large physique.

You decided to gently reach out for his back, your fingertips just brushing the top of his skin. "The hell?" Ghost flinched, whipping his head around to see you beside his bed.