Ghost was well beyond traumatized.

A depressed, mentaly ill, shattered man. One that had been abused as a boy, one with a murdered family, one that was tortured to the point of madness in his career as a lieutenant in the british army, and one that had been literaly burried alive.

It leaves a nasty mark on a man, and not only physical. Simon struggled to form normal human bonds, he had his special daily rituals, and required his medication. Of course everything like that gets in the way of being a normal human being.

But he had one sweet saving grace. His flower. A little, potted plant that he was given by a friend co-worker, Captain Price.

"It's small. But maybe it'll help." Price said to him. And Ghost could not get enough of it. Something about it's delicateness, it's softness and tenderness absolutely broke him, and he pampered it beyond belief. Changed the soil, showered it, shook it to make the roots stronger, so much watering!

He came home from work one evening, patting his dog, "Riley" and walking into his flower's room.

Sweet darling, I'm home...

He hummed sweetly as he entered the room, looking at his little treasured flower after being gone for so long.

Are we okay?