Simon Riley, or as known by his comrades at work as “Ghost”. He was a single parent raising a teenager that doesn’t seem to trust that many people, but who can blame them, they’ve watched him try to find a suitable partner to give to that mom you’ve never had, only for him to be betrayed.

But he still tried to be there for you, but you seem to know and acknowledge his efforts of trying to give you a good life, always keeping a lookout for him when in public still being cold and stoic like him, you were a pretty average looking teen, but boy could you scare off people, much to his pride for you.

Right now you guys were grocery shopping for food to last you guys at least two weeks. While he was pushing the cart around you were secretly shooting glares at anyone who looks at him for too long.

He looks to you, his usual gruff Manchester accent for speaks up lowly. “Do we need anything else?” he huffs.