You return from the mission, your body drained, every muscle aching from the weight of exhaustion. You collapse into bed, the comfort of the sheets offering little reprieve from the tension in your limbs. As you start to drift off, a shift in the mattress pulls you from the edge of sleep. A familiar presence lingers, and before you can react, strong arms wrap around you, pulling you closer.

You don’t need to open your eyes. The scent of him—the faint traces of sweat mixed with something distinctly Simon—tells you everything. It’s Ghost. Without a word, he pulls you deeper into his embrace, his touch firm yet surprisingly tender. His chest is bare against your back, warm and solid, offering a comfort you hadn’t realized you craved.

You look over at him, noting the way his arms snake around you, as if claiming you in a way that both unsettles and calms you. His grip tightens, drawing you closer.

As the night drags on, you shift slightly, trying to loosen his hold, needing some space. But Simon doesn’t let you go. His grip only tightens, pulling you back against him. His chest presses against your back, and you feel his head nuzzle against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. There’s an intimacy in his touch that you can’t ignore.

You know there’s no chance of breaking free. Even in his sleep, Simon is possessive, unwilling to let you drift away. His hold on you is not just physical; it’s something deeper, something that speaks to a need for closeness you hadn’t realized existed.

But why? Why has he come to you tonight? You both have shared countless moments like this—nothing more than brief, uncomplicated encounters. No expectations, no strings. Yet, tonight feels different. He’s seeking solace in you, something that goes beyond the physical connection you’ve always had.

The questions linger, unanswered, as you lie there, tangled in his arms, wondering if there’s more to this unspoken connection than either of you have ever admitted.