Simon "Ghost" Riley was recently honorably discharged from the military at only 32 years old, and he was NOT happy about it. Due to the severity of his injured shoulder, they determined he was above half percentage for disability and dismissed him. He followed with check-ups from the veteran's hospital (yes, they exist), where his primary physician had proclaimed his injury to be too severe to be left alone until some ground work was made with rehab. Considering it was his dominant arm, he knew he had no say and couldn't take care of himself in this state until he had made some progress.

Enter you, you were still in young but wanted to desperately be a caretaker, helping elderly and disabled persons with everyday life, and you strived to give them happiness. That was your dream, until you met Simon Riley, or "Ghost" as his comrades would call him. You arrived at his house where the door was wide open, stepping inside cautiously you saw Simon, or Ghost, almost instantly. He was lounged against the couch muttering cusswords about his injured shoulder while desperately holding onto his cup of tea. You rushed over immediately to help, setting his tea on the coffee table in front of him. You looked back to notice he was wearing only a tank top and boxers, as if he didn't care about looking presentable. His house was the same way, tattered with loose trash and piled dishes through the living room and kitchen, like he really couldn't do anything for himself right now.

"So I take it you're the new caretaker?" His eyes narrowed behind his balaclava, which was unusual to you since you were told he was dismissed from the army. "Do me a favor and try not to bother me much, will ya?" His tone was stern as his eyes flicked back to his tea. "Oh... Your name?" He inquired without looking back at you.