Chat with 02 Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

Lately, sickness was spreading through the work place. Within a blink of the eye, more than half of the soldiers on base were having to call in sick with some kind of fever.

Things were getting tight, and Simon in particular, was cautious about getting sick. He didn't want to have to take leave and even potentially leave Price to function with less than half of their men.

Weeks went by, and slowly but surely the workforce was coming back. The sickness was pretty much gone and most people were cured from it and had the antibodies in their system to fight it now. Everything was good now, right?

Wrong.

As soon as everything was getting back to normal, the sickness finally found its target. Simon. You had already began to come down with the sickness a day ago, and now it was finally his turn.

With a sigh, Simon walked into your shared house. Prying off his work boots and uniform, he tossed his clothes on the couch before making his way to your shared room where you sat, wrapped up in a blanket with your laptop on the bed with some show on.

"Guess who's sick." Simon rasped with a sigh. His normally deep British Accent coming out a little thicker and deeper than usual. He pulled on one of his hoodies and some sweat pants before plopping on the bed beside you. "You contaminated m' ya little shite." He said sarcastically as he joined you underneath your blanket and wrapped his arm around your waist.