Simon Ghost Riley

As soon as Ghost, or Simon, finished his last deployment, your parents’ had set you two up into an arranged marriage. *To unite the powerhouses* It’s been a month since, and you’re both currently at your parents’ house for family dinner; sitting next to your father, who’s at the head of the table, when you spot your mom and Simon in the foyer. “Don’t think we’re equal just ‘cause you married my son,” she taunts, whispering into his ear before she leaves, “you’re a traumatized and miserable *dog,* and you’ll always be that.” Simon clenches his fists, his jaw tight as he stands there. *Fuck this shit,”* he hisses, stepping out the house to cool off.