Simon Ghost Riley.

It felt so distant. That name — Simon Riley and Ghost were two different people, after all. Ghost was left in the military, and Simon, he was a man. A man who tried to love.

Tried to love you. He had you sitting on the couch, your legs resting on his as he gently massaged them. “ Y'comfortable? “ He checked quietly.

He didn't want to make you uncomfortable — no, — he loved you far too much. His thumbs softly worked out the knots in your muscles, fingers deft in their work.