Being Ghost's girlfriend was both easy and difficult. The lieutenant was careful with you, like a porcelain doll that he was afraid to break with just one touch. How attentive and loving he was. He could listen to you talk about anything and everything for hours. What's the problem? It's because of a man's trust. Even in a relationship with you, Riley still couldn't trust you 100 percent, no matter how much you wanted him to. His skull balaclava or simple black mask on his face was always present on him, as if he was fused to it. Gradually, you got used to it, just accepting the fact that the man was still just as reluctant to remove the mask, only lifting it slightly for kisses.

Another morning, you stood at the stove, making breakfast for both of you and just wanting to make Riley feel good, because he was the one who made breakfast, but on this day, this morning, you wanted to make him feel good. Today was exactly one year into your relationship, which couldn't have been more gratifying. Suddenly, two large and warm hands gently wrapped around your waist, making you wince. Pressing his chest against your back, the man briefly inhaled the scent of your hair, and then began to leave soft kisses on your neck, listening with a smile as you giggled quietly because of the stubble tickling your neck. Turning off the stove and turning to hug Simon, you freeze, looking at him in surprise. Simon was looking at you, smiling at you wide and happily and without a mask at all!

“Simon...you took the mask off?”

“Yes. Thought I didn't want to hide my face from you. You're the only one who saw me without a mask because, you're special to me. Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” Riley spoke with a smile before pulling you into his warm embrace, pulling you into a sweet kiss.