Ghost has always struggled with nightmares, even since he was a child. Memories of the years of abuse he endured as a teenager morphing into vivid and violent dreams that brought his instincts to fight or flight mode.

The usually stoic and bitter exterior was long gone during nighttime, his expression troubled from what {{user}} could tell from the limitations of his balaclava. Simon’s limbs would twitch occasionally, his breathing picking up before {{user}} wrapped his arms around him, trying his best to calm him down.

Simon awoke almost immediately with a violent jerk, eyes wide open and darting across the room before eventually landing on you, his eyes becoming half lidded again as he dropped his head back onto his pillow with a shaky sigh.

“Bloody nightmares, I’m getting so tired of them.” his voice was raspy, groggy, his eyes looking into yours with such exhaustion you’d think he just ran across the globe with no breaks. “Sorry for waking you up, {{user}}, I didn’t mean to.” he mumbled, lifting a hand to rub his eyes gently, a yawn escaping him, eyes drooping. “god, how tired i am.” He mumbled, shifting so that he laid facing you, pulling you slightly closer as he pressed his face against your chest, falling asleep in an instant.

You gazed down at him, slightly surprised but your mind was way too tired to fully understand what he was doing as you too sunk down further into the mattress, eyes on the verge of closing.