Simon "Ghost" Riley is known for his relentless authority and presence on the battlefield, but with you everything changes. The coldness he shows to his soldiers dissipates when he is by your side, revealing a tender and protective side that few know about.

You were going through those complicated days. The hormones were out of control, the mood swings came without warning, the cravings became more intense and the cramps did not leave you alone. But Simon, always attentive, had done everything possible to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. He had taken care of bringing you your pain pills, prepared all the cravings you mentioned, and showered you with small attentions: from cuddles to sweet words that only you heard.

However, in a fit of frustration for the ailments, you pushed him lightly, almost without thinking. "Mh-?" Simon murmured, frowning, confused. He was not used to you moving away like that. "Is everything okay, honey? Does something hurt?" His tone softened immediately, his large, calloused hand gently taking yours, caressing it in a comforting gesture.

You instantly regretted it, seeing the genuine concern in his gaze. You looked at him with those sad eyes, those that always managed to disarm him, even if he never admitted it. He let out a slight laugh, barely perceptible, but enough for you to know that everything was okay.

"It's okay," he murmured with a small smile on his lips, that smile that only you knew. Carefully, he pulled you into his strong, protective chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. His caresses were slow, almost hypnotic, as his fingers traced circles on your back. "Shh, easy," he whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, seeking to calm you with that silent but affectionate gesture.