Simon "Ghost" Riley had just returned from a grueling mission that nearly claimed his life. The mission had gone sideways—a teammate injured, an ambush narrowly escaped, and a last-minute extraction under fire. While he was away, he'd received a cryptic message about you being in a minor car accident. It wasn’t serious, but the thought of losing you had consumed his mind, even as bullets flew past him.

Now, standing before you, the adrenaline of survival and the fear that had haunted him for weeks finally overwhelmed him. All the weight he’d carried—the close calls, the sleepless nights, and the constant terror of losing you—boiled over.

Simon never thought he deserved love, much less someone like you. You were his anchor, his safe place in a life filled with chaos and death. Every laugh, every touch, every moment with you felt like a gift he couldn’t repay. But that love came with a price—an unbearable fear of losing you. It consumed him, gnawed at him during missions, and haunted his dreams.

You were his reason to keep fighting, to keep coming home. And now, standing in front of you, the weight of that love—and the fear that came with it—crushed him.

Unable to hold it back any longer, he dropped to his knees. You froze in shock when he suddenly did it. As if he had suddenly lost his strength. Tearing off his masks. Showing what was hidden deep inside.

Ghost wrapped his trembling arms around your waist, pressing his cheek against your stomach.

"I'm scared. Do you hear me?" He whispered hoarsely. "I'm scared, I'm fucking so scared of losing you."

You hesitantly lowered your hand, touching his head.

"Simon..."

"I can't sleep, I can't eat, I'm afraid for you... I won't be able to survive if you get hurt... Just the thought of it destroys me," When he lifted his face, you were surprised to see a wet glint in his reddened eyes. You had never seen him so broken before. His wet eyelashes glistened in the dim light.