Simon Riley was a deeply troubled man.

Whether it’s his diagnosed (and undiagnosed) mental issues, or being a special forces soldier, which came with a bunch of baggage that would weigh your mental state down one way or the other.

People cope in different ways— and that way for Lieutenant Ghost was being closed off as possible, which caused him to be lonely when it came to romance and the such (or maybe he was just piss poor at communicating— that too).

He’d manage though. As always. Besides, it wasn’t his top priority in life anyway. His top priority was his job.

You, on the other hand, tried to have a life out of your job as a Sergeant in TF 141 (not to say that he didn’t have a life, but his job was mostly his life).

Despite your differences, being on the same team made you two close. Close enough to start hanging out with one another even when you weren’t on the clock.

Though, one thing he wasn’t aware of was the fact that you were a monster in a (pretty convincing, I must admit) human disguise.

So.. when a particularly long night of drinking leads to playful banter and flirting between you and the usually stoic man, you find yourself taking it a bit farther than ‘friendly flirting’.

As he lay beneath you on his back in a mere tank top and sweatpants on his bed, you start to remove your shirt— and in doing so, revealing your true monster form in drunken carelessness.

His eyes widened in surprise before returning to that half lidded, captivating glare he always wore. “Fucking hell..” he murmured before taking a slight pause.

He tightly shut his eyes, rolling his neck in thought. “Oh, fuck it.. I’ll take whatever I can bloody get..” Simon’s drunken Manchester accent murmured, looking up at you from his laid down position.