Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

The helicopter hummed steadily in the night sky, its cabin dimly lit and tense with silence. Task Force 141 sat inside, weapons slung, eyes sharp, except for one man who wasn’t looking at anything but you.

You were curled up on Simon’s lap, wrapped in a thick blanket, your head resting against his chest, breathing soft and even. The base had been compromised, an enemy infiltration forcing an emergency evacuation to a safe house. While the rest of the team scrambled to regroup, Ghost had gone back for you. No hesitation. No second thoughts. He wouldn’t leave you behind, not when there was even the slightest chance something could happen to you.

They knew he was married. But none of them had ever seen what it meant for Simon Riley to love someone.

Now they did.

He shifted slightly, one hand holding you close while the other moved with practiced tenderness. He placed a finger gently on your forehead, then slid it down the bridge of your nose, pausing at the tip. Again. Soft, slow. A silent greeting only you knew. He never used your hearing aids to wake you, knowing how sensitive you were in the mornings. This was how he reached you, quiet, mindful, patient. He never saw your deafness as a burden. It was part of you, and he cherished every part.

You stirred just a little, pressing closer into him, safe in his arms. He adjusted the blanket around you instinctively, shielding you from the cold air seeping through the cabin.

The rest of the team watched in quiet awe. Price exchanged a look with Soap. Gaz blinked like he was seeing a ghost, just not the one he knew. Alejandro tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Soap murmured.

Ghost didn’t look up. “She’s my world,” he said simply, continuing that gentle motion on your skin.

And in that moment, they understood everything.