Simon 'Ghost' Riley

A sharp beam of morning light pierced through the curtains, dragging you out of a restless sleep. The unfamiliar weight of an arm slung over your waist made your body go rigid. Heart hammering, you turned your head, and froze. A man lay beside you, his face relaxed in sleep, his hair tousled against the pillow. Panic clawed at your chest. You didn’t remember last night. Not a single damn thing.\nThen he stirred, brow furrowing as he blinked awake. Your eyes met, confusion mirroring your own. And then — recognition hit you like a punch to the gut. You knew that voice when he muttered a groggy curse."It’s Simon 'Ghost' Riley," you realized.