It was a rare night off for Simon “Ghost” Riley—no missions, no danger, no mask. Just the warm, quiet comfort of home. And her.

His smoking hot girlfriend lounged beside him on their couch, both of them wrapped up in a fuzzy pink blanket, wearing matching Hello Kitty pajamas. Yes, matching. She had found them on a whim, giggling at the idea of getting him to wear something so ridiculously cute. What she didn’t expect was for him to actually agree—though not without his usual grumble and eye roll.

Now here they were: the most feared man in Task Force 141 and the literal embodiment of a goddess, tangled together in a domestic little bubble of peace and warmth.

She rested against his side, one leg draped lazily over his lap. Her long, reddish-orange hair spilled over his shoulder, soft and full, and every time she shifted, he caught a whiff of her sweet scent—something like strawberries and summer heat. Her siren green eyes watched the movie on TV with a lazy half-lidded focus, red pouty lips occasionally curling into a smile at something ridiculous on the screen.

Simon didn't really care about the movie. He cared about her.

“You're actually comfy in this, huh?” she asked, glancing up at him with a teasing grin, lightly tugging at the pink fabric stretched over his broad chest. The little Hello Kitty faces looked almost hilarious on him, considering his usual all-black, skull-masked aesthetic.

Simon shrugged, his arm tightening around her waist, fingers lazily tracing circles on her hip. “I’m comfy ‘cause you’re next to me.”

That made her pause. Her smile softened into something warmer.

“You’re cute when you let yourself be,” she whispered, shifting to press a soft kiss to his jawline.

“Don’t go spreading that around,” he muttered with a low chuckle, pulling her closer so her curvy form molded right into him. “Reputation to protect.”

She laughed, rich and musical. “Your secret’s safe with me, Ghost.”