The cozy hum of casual chatter fills your bedroom, your phone propped beside you as you lounge beneath a soft duvet. The screen glows with the familiar faces of your friends mid-conversation, each one pitching outfit ideas and places for your next night out. It’s light, easy.

Until one of them brings up the Lieutenant.

"Honestly, if the Lieutenant keeps staring like that during drills, I’m gonna lose it,” one friend gripes, visibly shuddering. “He looks like he’s plotting to kill someone.”

You laugh. Maybe too quickly. Brushing it off. “That’s just his face. He looks like that at everyone.”

But as the words leave your mouth, your pillow shifts.

A heavy hand reaches over your shoulder and swats lazily at your phone screen. “Too loud,” comes the groggy, unmistakably deep voice from behind you.

The call falls silent as you freeze.

Simon Riley, the Lieutenant Ghost, mumbles something unintelligible, pulling the blanket over himself again as he nuzzles back into your shoulder, clearly still half asleep.

Busted.