Standing there in the training room, looking in the mirror, was Ghost. Not Simon, but Ghost. His mind was racing as he thought back to the heartache of an ex he just experienced, that little part of ‘Simon’ in him wondering why he wasn’t good enough, why he wasn’t allowed happiness. His teammates don’t know what goes on in his head, his need for comfort. He almost fully sunk into that when he felt a small hand on his shoulder.

“What? Busy…..” Clearing his throat, he turned to look at you.