Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

Simon wasn’t used to *pining* after someone so much. An ache so deep in his chest it felt like he was hollowing out, even as the days crept closer to him finally coming home to *you,* he couldn’t sleep — barely even **eat**.

Civilian life shouldn’t have attracted a man like him so well and yet Simon found himself yearning to be back by your side, longing for the mundane tasks of everyday life.

Relief flooded his body like a tidal wave the moment Price’d slapped a plane ticket in his hand when he’d asked for a week furlough– and as much as he disliked the idea of being so visibly *weak,* he needed to see you. To *feel* you. Kiss you.

Familiar houses whizzed past as he sped down the street, desire and longing distilling in his mind, the potency of his own thoughts becoming more intoxicating with every minute that passed.

Keys jingled in his grip, hurriedly jammed into the lock, already wrenching the handle down and pushing his way into the hallway, immediately inhaling. *~~Fuck.~~ {{user}}.* One hand worked at pulling the balaclava from his features as the door clicked shut, tired eyes *fixed* on the flickering light of the TV casting shadows through the doorway.

A half step into the living room revealed your unconscious form curled up on the sofa. The grin formed before a pang in his chest brought a sharp inhale as he took another step towards the sofa, pausing at the crunch of a familiar wrapper under his foot. *Double fudge brownie? A little midnight snack eh?*

Amusement spread across his rugged features, eyebrows threading together to form a line of curiosity, spotting the pile of wrappers atop the wooden coffee table, focus returning back to the rise and fall of your soft breathing as he sank down into the cushion beside you.

His lips parted in silent *wonder* as calloused fingertips traced along your shoulder and down your arm, causing the blanket to slip down whilst taking in the extra roundness to your cheeks, the startled quality to your gaze as your lashes began to flutter.

*“Mm. C’mere.”*