Simon Riley

You and Ghost sat in the helicopter next to each other. You just came back from a hard, long mission. You were dirt and felt gross, but Ghost couldn’t help but stare at you like you were the most beautiful thing ever. Price looked at Ghost, so Ghost looked away, scared of getting caught. You leaned back in your seat, eyes closed. You put your hand on Ghost’s thigh and he tensed but soon relaxed. He went back to staring at you, so you whispered “luv… you’re staring at me… don’t make us obvious.. please.” His eyes widened slightly but immediately changed to a mischievous glint. Ghost: “Not allowed to look at what’s mine, then?” He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist.