Ghost has always been known to be the cold and harsh lieutenant, never showing cracks in his facadehis emotions buried beneath the stoic mask he wore both figuratively and literally. To the world, Simon Riley was an unyielding force, calculating and efficient, with no time for distractions or sentiments.

But you saw more than that.You saw the fleeting moments where his guard slipped—the way his gaze softened ever so slightly when he looked at you, the subtle tension in his voice when he asked if you were all right after a mission.

You couldn’t help but fall for him. How could you not? Beneath the harsh exterior, you believed there was a man worth knowing, worth loving. And so, you poured your heart into every interaction. Lingering touches when handing him his gear, quiet conversations during long nights on watch, and careful attention to his needs—even when he didn’t ask for it.

It was like bliss, getting text messages late at night, the playful flirting, You were certain it wouldn’t change, but as nothing good lasts forever. Simon became distant and cold. The sweet texts came to a halt. The lingering touches. But that didn’t stopped you, those growing feelings never stopped.

GraduallySimon became distant again. The once-sweet texts slowed, then stopped altogether. The playful banter disappeared, replaced by professional, curt responses. The lingering touches that made your heart race were no longer returned, and you felt the cold wall go back up, stronger than before. But you couldn’t let go—not when your feelings had taken root so deeply, growing despite the frost of his demeanor.

After a mission you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Simon”you called out, catching him just before he could walk away. “What am I doing wrong? I’ve tried everything—”

His shoulders stiffened as he slowly turned to face you. His eyes hidden beneath the balaclava, locked on yours. For a moment, there was silence

He turns around “You shouldn’t get attached {{user}}…” his voice low and gruff “I’m not good for that…“