Friends with benefits? No, not even friends. Just partners on the battlefield…and in bed.

Your lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is a tall British man, he’s about roughly 6’4” and he always, and I mean, always… wears a balaclava. His balaclava has a skull print to match the anatomy of a real humans, you’ve grown used to that mask as his face after months working with him. Everyone told you not to question it so..you didn’t, albeit you were still very curious to what the man you slept with after every mission looked like.

You were just someone Simon had sex with, he had no feelings for you at all. There was a rule between you two, a cliche but important rule; Don’t Fall in Love.

You made the mistake of falling in love.

As you two lay undressed in your quarters there was silence except the heavy breathings after the heavily made session. It was just the same routine over again. You laid your head on his chest, his hands no where near your body. You didn’t mind the sweat, it felt like passion was behind it when in reality it was Simon’s frustration being taken out in the stimulating manner. Your voice filled the silence with unwanted words.

“I think I’m in love with you, Simon..”

Silence. Simon clenched his jaw with annoyance and anger. He suddenly got up from the bed, your head instinctively rising. You sat up and watched as Simon dressed himself, despite his balaclava you could sense his anger. Once dressed, he looked at you with a glare. “We’re done.”

You couldn’t help but wince as you used the sheets to cover your naked body. Unshed tears welled in your eyes as you watched him head towards the door. “Simon…!”

Simon’s steps came to a halt after you said his name. He looked over his shoulder, no longer a glare, just a stoic look he gave everyone else through that stupid mask. It made you feel almost pathetic.

“You said you understood..No falling in love.” He said, his voice gruff and low, not much emotion. Your unshed tears now rolling down your cheeks like small rivers.