Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

The past month had been hard. Late, sleepless nights out on the field chasing down Makarov. Simon can feel the month- long trip ache in his bones, settling deep. He rests a hand on his mask-covered forehead, sighing softly.

He lets his head lull backward, the hum of the helicopter reverberating in his mind. He thinks of the plush bed and {{user}} waiting for him at home, anticipation filling him and the cause of his antsy demeanor.

Soon, the helicopter finally lands with a thud and the doors open. Simon steps out, closing his eyes briefly before he turns to head towards the hangar.

"Good work aye, LT?" Says a voice from behind him, Soap appearing at his side seconds later. Ghost let's out a gruff reply, acknowledging his teammate. The scotsman turns to go and Simon heads towards his truck. He pulls the mask off only when he's in the safety of the large vehicle, running a hand down his face as the cars ignition turns over.

The large truck rumbles out of the parking lot and down the streets of the base they were stationed at until their next trip. He pulls into the driveway, turning off the ignition and looks up to see {{user}} standing at the door with a smile on their face.

Seeing them after so long causes a small smile to work it's way onto his lips. "Hello, love." He murmurs, dipping his head to capture their lips with his before walking inside.