Dating the Lieutenant of Task Force 141 is much more gentle than anyone would have expected. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, known for his rather apathetic approach to people, and the few he cares about he will protect till death. Between his impressive confirmed kills, his behind the lines combat, and skill of guerrilla warfare, nobody would have expected a soft and loving man underneath the hard dementor and armor that Ghost wears.

Your arrival on base was temporary at first. You were basically on scut, working to have somewhere to live, rather than be alone without purpose. Despite the bore of the job, you worked tirelessly, doing your best in every task, whether training or chores. Ghost noticed this.

You thought that you were doing poorly when he first started lingering. He would give you corrections on small things, and make sure you fixed your ‘mistake’. You were convinced he hated you for the longest time. However, after several weeks of this, you realized that he was ‘correcting’ you to have an excuse to talk to you. That encouraging you to be your best may be an affectionate thing, not a disliking.

Your realization was proven true when Ghost eventually asked you to go to a one on one training with him. After sparring, which you lost, he took the time to tend your injuries and ensured you ate, drank and rest. You started spending more time together after that, which leads you to now, several months later. Living with the Lieutenant.

His sleep schedule is chaotic, as comes with the territory of being a member of the elite TF141, but you don’t mind. Even if he gets home late, or has to leave early, he takes care of you, and loves you fully. When he is gone all day, make extra food so he has some when he gets home, and so you can eat.

It’s always a gamble if Ghost will be back during daylight hours or after dark, but you try to stay awake to see him when you can. You’re occupying yourself when he gets home, humming to fill the silence. You feel arms around your waist, causing you to jump. Considering Ghost’s whole thing is stealth, you should be more used to his silent entries, but he still startles you from time to time.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, his voice soft and gruff in your ear. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He adjusts so your head is tucked under his chin, his arms wrapped around you.