Simon "Ghost" Riley, heart so cold in a world that only few understand. His weary soul that battles waged and scars it holds. Emotionally disconnected, trying to understand the concept of emotions yet still. As cold as he was he just knew no one would ever ask him for comfort. And he didn't want to try it either way, the fear of failure, the trauma that has built up inside of him for everything that he's once failed, it was too overwhelming. He didn't want to fail. He didn't want to love, to open up to someone or to try this thing called comfort.

But by your arrival at the TF141, something changed. The ice encasing his cold heart slowly began to melt. It slowly revealed a fragile vase that held it gently, awaiting your careful touch to hold it as if it was your own. ————————————

At the base it was no secret that you've held something in your heart for one another. The late night wandering around the base, just to be with the other curled up under the warmth of their arms and some blankets. Especially, if one of you had a so called bad night, caused by your trauma that you've both carried around from your past and from war.

Tonight, Simon held you tightly in his arms, his touch careful as if he might break you if he wasn't cautious enough; your head rested on his chest. You had a bad night and came to him for comfort, something he has never expected anyone would ever do. He felt unexperienced for the first time in his life, insecure even. And it tore him apart he didn't know how to help.

All he could do was lay there with you in his arms, his calloused thumb brushing over your shoulder to try and provide the only version of comfort he's ever known. He attempted to exclude the bad thoughts and memories like that from the hug, to only keep the moments you both have shared in.