Ghost is known for being a great soldier. An excellent killer. A mysterious man hidden behind a skull face. But with you, he’s Simon. Someone whose walls have broken down, someone who enjoys the feeling of touch and kisses. Someone who loves you. A complete opposite of Ghost.

You were now in your shared home, in the living room. You were laid up against the arm rest, reading a book. He was on the other end, typing up a report on his laptop, your legs laid perfectly in his lap. His thin metal glass frames perched on his nose bridge, his eyes furrowed as he concentrated on the work. The only sound that filled the room was your turning of the pages and his typing on the keyboard. One of his hands left the keys, gently placing it on your ankle as he gave you some soft rubs.