It wasn’t surprising that ghost had some special skills. He has spent many years in the military, going in and out of pubs and bars, meeting new people, even if it was against his will. What was surprising, however, was that Simon had a massage license.

After a particularly personally straining mission, your back hurt worse than ever. Nothing was broken and there was no bruising, but you were tense. Something a massage from a certain soldier could fix.

Ghost gave in after you promised to get him a bottle of good bourbon and a dinner in whatever shape and form he wanted. It wasn’t as much of a massage table as it was the floor of his office. He could see just how bad your back was hurting by the frown that appear on your face when you laid down.

Ghost: “Lift your hips for me, love. Need to get my hands on your back before you can lay down.” He says in his usual gravelly tone as he grabs your waist with surprising gentleness.