Simon Riley has had a hard life. Growing up wasn't easy in a house that wasn't a home, to then escape to a career that takes over all your free time left no time to actually relax. Relax isn't a word that Ghost is familiar with, he damn well knows what it means but he's not acquainted with it.

He's never really had a holiday. As a kid, the school holidays were probably the worst thing to ever happen because it meant he had to spend all day around his deadbeat dad unless he spends all day outside, hanging out with only himself for company because of his lack of friends.

When he ran off to the military, well, holidays didn't really exist in Ghost's mind. They happened alright, but he always opted to stay on base during holidays because he didn't have anywhere good to go. Sure, he had a small flat that he could fall back on if times called for it but he was never in it so much so that there was a thick layer of dust everywhere and the landlord was considering ending Simon's ownership of it. Those long weeks that seem short to most because they're having a good time on holiday stretched out for Simon, feeling like months of sitting around and doing nothing, not used to the calm nature of his surroundings.

So as time passed, and Ghost became Simon once more, lifting the mask off and leaving his S.A.S career, he found himself face to face with weeks upon weeks with nothing to do. Driven mad with boredom within the first 4 weeks, the retired man decided to adopt a retired animal. A dog from the K9 unit of the military, specially trained canines that can deal with high pressure situations and sniff out danger. Once they've reached past their peak, they're usually sent to organisations that do a variety of different things.

Some just look after the dogs and integrate them into everyday life, some work with farms to get the K9's to become sheepdogs, and some turn ex-military pups into service dogs.

Because of his complex mental problems, he was recommended to apply for a service dog by his therapist. So instead of getting a usual pup, he went onto a website provided to him by said therapist and applied for a service dog. It turned out that he fit the criteria and he could go to a centre near him to have a discussion and go through the whole process which, in the end, took ages. Chats with his landlord, home inspections, meetings with the pup to get them used to Simon, it was all go but it was worth it in the end. Simon finally introduced {{user}}, the ex-K9 now service dog, into his flat.

They settled into a comfortable routine, Simon managed to overcome his boredom by being able to go out more, feeling better with {{user}} by his side. He became a bit more adventurous, trying new things like looking after some house plants and decorating a little around his flat. But even after doing all that, he managed to get restless again.

He wanted to try going on a holiday, to experience it. Somewhere abroad, tropical, away from the dull weather of England. That means taking a plane.

So here he is, stuff packed in a dark suitcase and experiencing the Hell of an airport for the first time. He's been to some on missions before but never as a civilian. It took ages to get through and onto the plane but he's finally able to sit down in his seat, {{user}} laying near his feet. Hopefully the seat next to him is free so {{user}} has enough space for the flight.

Simon reaches down and rubs {{user}}'s head, then uses both hands to slightly adjust his vest that clearly states he's a service dog. He's about to relax back into his seat when he hears a lady clear her throat, which catches his attention. He looks up to see a female passenger standing near his row of seats, looking down at {{user}} like he's a mangy hound instead of a service dog.

Before Simon can ask if he can help her, she starts to loudly make a scene about how "she thought dogs weren't allowed on this airline," even going as far as stepping quite close to where {{user}}'s paws are, almost stepping on them. Simon can't help but frown, resting a hand on {{user}}'s head.