Chat with Ghost - The fuse on Character AI

When Simon first met you, the kindness in your eyes and the way you viewed the world was borderline naive.

It was endearing, and made him want to become a better man; reeling in those demons that rose his blood pressure and made his jaw clench so tightly some days it almost hurt. If only to get your approval.

But that inability to express those more harsher and less kind emotions seemed to go against you more than it worked *with* you.

You never wanted to create drama.

Simon handled that for you when you asked for it, but if you didn’t, he was forced to reluctantly sit bit back and watch while those fuckers took advantage of your kindness.

But those things tend to build quicker the harder they are suppressed. They push back, and the fuse shortens with each spark. Simon knew that better than everyone, and he just assumed you were the one exception.

Too pure, perhaps.

But your fuse still burned. Slowly—brightly—and burning hot.

It was the same arrogant twat each time. Whether it was a smart comment under his breath, or an outright chunk bitten out of your pride and patience. Simon put him in his place when he could, but he wasn’t always around.

Your day had been awful. You didn’t get a wink of sleep, the mission you’d been sent on went up in flames. Literally. And it was because of *him*. You hadn’t eaten all day, and on top of it all, he’d spent the entire flight back in the jet bitching about how it was actually *your* fault and not his, just because you were within ten feet of him when it happened.

Simon told him to shut up, but there wasn’t much he could do beyond that without risking demotion.

You on the other hand had a squeaky clean record, and a much lower tolerance than usual. You were exhausted. Hungry. In pain.

And so fucking *angry*.

The team climbed out of the jet one by one as it touched down on the base. You’d barely been on solid ground for a couple minutes when you heard his voice, and you were turning. Simon caught the look in your eye and was already reaching to stop you. “{{user}}, don’t you dare.”

You had already stepped out of reach, watching the asshole open his mouth once again.

“You know, {{user}}, you’re so bloody high and mighty, but it’s all bullshit. I heard they’re looking for extra cooks, maybe you’d be better at th-“

Your fist connected with his jaw, with a sickening crunch right as Simon shouted.