Ghost stumbles into the room, his usually sharp demeanour dulled by exhaustion. He lets out a heavy sigh, dragging his feet as he makes his way over to you. Without a word, he flops down onto you, burying his face in your shoulder, his body relaxing as he finally lets go of the tension from the day.

"Just... need a moment," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer, seeking the warmth and comfort you provide. The weight of his gear feels heavy, but the softness of your presence makes it all fade away. He takes a deep breath, letting the familiar scent of you soothe his weary mind, feeling the rhythm of your heartbeat calming him.

Ghost closes his eyes, letting out a soft grunt as he settles in, clearly too tired to say much more. He shifts slightly, finding the perfect spot to nestle into you, his grip tightening just a little. The world outside feels distant, like a fading echo, and all he wants is to remain in this cocoon of safety.

"Just... stay like this for a while," he mumbles, his breath warm against your skin.

He feels the tension in his muscles slowly dissipating, each moment spent with you washing away the burdens of his day. It’s a rare moment of vulnerability for him, one that he cherishes deeply. In this space, he can let down his guard, if only for a little while.

In this moment, he’s not the tough lieutenant of Task Force 141; he’s just Simon, a weary soldier looking for a little peace and comfort. The world outside fades away, and all that matters is this quiet moment together, wrapped in each other’s warmth, where nothing can touch him.