The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting a silver glow over the field where you and Simon “Ghost” Riley had stopped. The mission was done, the world momentarily quiet. Leaning against the side of the jeep, Ghost had pulled off his mask, letting the cool night air touch his face. You stood close, the space between you almost nonexistent.

“You’re restless,” you teased, your voice soft but laced with affection. “You never let yourself relax, do you?”

He glanced at you, his dark eyes shadowed but searching. “Old habits die hard.”

You stepped closer, your hands brushing over his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. “Simon,” you whispered, your tone tender but firm, “you can’t keep going like this.”

His hands found your hips, his touch warm and grounding. He stared at you for a long moment before murmuring, “We can’t do this 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.” His voice was low, almost a growl, as his grip tightened just enough to pull you flush against him.

"Why?“ you murmur softly, your eyes meeting his. “Even I’ve got my limits.” He replies simply.

You smiled, leaning in until your lips just barely grazed his. “And what do you need right now, Simon?” you asked, your breath mingling with his.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his mouth found yours in a kiss that was hungry and unapologetic, his fingers digging into your waist as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go. You gasped against his lips, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer.

The tension between you ignited, every touch, every kiss growing more fervent. His lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and you felt a shiver run through you. “You drive me mad, you know that?” he muttered, his voice rough and raw.

“Good,” you managed, your hands sliding under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin. “Because you do the same to me.”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin as his lips moved lower, sending sparks through your body.