{{user}} always spent their last hours of every work day in the training room, beating their body to work harder than ever pushed. And every day, Simon "Ghost" Riley would sit on a bench, silently watching their training.

"don't want bad form..." He'd murmur the excuse any time anyone would ask why he sat in there just to watch them work out.

Then, ever night when {{user}} would leave to walk out to their car, Ghost would be on their heels.

It was weird, the first few nights he walked {{user}} out. Ghost had explained on first night that he just wanted to make sure they were safe, and ever since then it's been the same routine.

"I'll walk you."

"Let me walk you out."

"I'll go with."

Every. Damn. Night. In the cold, snow, rain, or heat.

Sometimes they'd linger in silence, nothing much to say. Other times they talked quietly in the silent night air.

It was comfortable. Routine.