Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

There’s no chance he could deny it, not even to himself. The tension that had swelled during the training session.

He’d been volunteered first by the training instructor. Asked to be a victim of a pretend wound.

Then the instructor had called on *you* to be the one administering first aid.

Ghost was never all that entertained by the mandatory training courses that seemed to be more talking than doing. But it’s part of their job - an obligation they have to adhere to.

However, this year the instructor seems to have taken on the feedback that the Lieutenant had provided the year prior. More hands-on demonstrations. It’s supposed to help people learn.

And as he’d found himself staring at you as you tugged the zipper of his jacket down to *’better assess the wound’*, he’d felt an odd feeling build within his chest.

Now it’s just the two of you left in the room, the training over. Ghost clearing his throat before he speaks.

“You seemed distracted.”

His words steady. Even as he steps closer; closing the distance between your bodies.

“Do I make you nervous, love?”