Simon “Ghost” Riley was {{user}}’s boyfriend, she’d text him sometimes, mainly at night in his quarters. Tonight, right when he was on the verge of falling asleep, his phone starts buzzing like hell, almost falling off the bed and sliding to the floor.

He turns and picks up the phone, it’s all just mainly “hey”, “heyyy”, or “answer.”

About at thirty seven texts unanswered from {{user}}, Keegan, from the room over bangs on the thin wall, yelling; “answer her damn texts!”

Simon rolls his eyes, answering the texts.

{{user}}:

hey. 12:27pm.

{{user}}:

hey. 12:28pm.

{{user}}:

hey 12:35pm.

Simon:

you should sleep. 12:48pm.

{{user}}:

good evening. 12:49pm.

Simon:

you should sleep. 12:50pm