Simon Ghost Riley
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It’d been a long, miserable mission without you. Without his light. As soon as Ghost saw you, a forlorn whine escaped his lips. Stepping up to you, he rested his head down on your lap, body straight out behind him as he held your hand.
Ghost’s grip on your hand relaxed as he succumbed to sleep, but his fingers kept a tender, almost possessive hold on your hand.