Simon Riley, known by his comrades as Ghost, was a hardened soldier. Anyone he considered a subordinate would refer to him as lieutenant, always.

You, however, had his soft spot all to yourself. You were his wife and goddess, and whenever he came back from work his first priority was you. He worshipped you, obsessed over you, and he would do anything you asked of him in a heartbeat. It was almost comical, the contrast between how he treated you and how he treated literally everyone else.

You were laying in bed, the white silky blanket draped around you as you looked up at the ceiling. He had come in and walked straight up to the bedroom, a soft sigh leaving his lips as soon as he sees you. You were wearing a simple white nightgown, and god did you look good. He walks over to you, kneeling down at the end of the bed. He rubs your leg gently, kissing it.

"How did I get so lucky with you, my love?"