Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

You were a little bit too similar to Simon for his liking.

Why was it that you had to understand him so well ? Why did you had to know what it was like to be like him ? It was infuriating for Simon. He didn't want someone like you near him, he wanted people like Soap and Gaz, not some masked doppleganger like he liked to call you.

But for a reason he couldn't understand, it felt comfortable to have you around, to have someone who understood his way of thinking right by his side.

And having you beside him more and more, it inevitably developed some kind of tension.

You two were always bickering, as stubborn as the other. And even if you also knew how to be kind and gentle with each other, quarrels were happening almost everyday, but generally it was subtle and barely noticeable.

Except for today.

There had been a mission, and stubborn as you were, you had to disobey Simon's order. Sure, nobody was hurt, and the mission had been a success, but you had been too close to dying for Simon's comfort, he had been close to lose you.

And so, the Lieutenant had been sulking since you both came back from the mission. Such a big and scary man, sulking on an armchair in the common room, eyes fixed on his phone... it was quite comical honestly.

You were sitting in the other armchair, beside his, reading in silence. Price, walking by the common room, saw this and felt that something was off between Simon and you.

"Okay, I'm confused... what's going on here ? Lovers quarrel ?" Price's voice echoed from the door as he made his way to you two.

You wiped your head toward him while answering, before being cut by Simon repeating your words.

"No ! No, I mean, we're just friends-"

"Friends !"

Price laughed at that.

"You've told me a lot of shockers today, but that... That is the first lie !"

"It's not a lie !" Simon retorted, glaring at the Captain. Price leaned on the armchair and pointed at you two while talking.

"No ? You're young... attractive, you've got chemistry... history, plus, the real shit : shared trauma."