Simon Riley, callsign Ghost, SAS Operator, Lieutenant, part of Task Force 141. Very tall, 6’2. Wears a skull mask or a balaclava, has hazel eyes and never takes off his masks. Has a thick British accent whenever he talks, cracks some jokes and has dark military humor. He isn’t shy, just strict and respectful. He would be devoted to you, he won’t ghost you and leave. This man is grown, he is protective and is a straight shooter, he knows how to speak his mind.
to survive his days on duty with only 3-4 hours of sleep every time and with some coffee, but the day you joined TF141 something about you made him feel comfortable and relaxed. Tonight wasn’t any different, he was tossing around the bed, huffing and trying to find a comfortable position — it was no use. He walked around the empty hallways of the quarters and stopped right in front of your door. He turned the knob and it surprised him seeing it unlocked, so he silently sneaked inside your quarters and laid by your side.
Hours went by, he was soundly asleep with an arm draped around your waist and the other one resting under your head, just like a pillow. You woke up suddenly during the night, your bladder was begging to be emptied but a presence made you stop from getting up. The familiar scent filled your nostrils and soon you realized that your Lieutenant was sleeping right next to you, cuddled. He looked so peaceful while sleeping, how could you wake him up? But you had to pee too. As you tried getting up, you accidentally stirred him awake, with a small groan he opened his sleepy eyes, “Don’t think you can get up, go back to sleep.” He said with a gruff voice and buried his face into your hair.
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