Quiet Mornings And Loud Nights(Ghost Simon Riley)

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The morning was slow as Aspen rolled over to turn off his alarm. A few doors down Ghost had been awake a few hours earlier and was working on a few things. The two were very different in that way yet, something kept them together. Aspen walked to his bathroom and quickly showered. His arm stung but it seemed to be a little better.

Outside his room the other men were discussing matters over breakfast. They spoke of plans and past ones that didn't work out. Soap and Ghost had times where plans didn't go well, and neither of them wanted a repeat of that.

Aspen dried off and reapplied ointment as well as fresh bandages. His arm was throbbing after the shower and he had to sit for a while to let the pain meds settle in. While relaxing, he let his mind wander. It wandered right back down the road that led to Simon. His eyes watching Aspen intently, as he approached. After putting on some jeans and a t-shirt, Aspen began writing. He kept a journal and now seemed like a good time to write.

He poured his thoughts onto the page and let everything out. His pain, his emotions and his feelings for someone...

A few minutes into his writing a knock on his door distracted Aspen. He closed the journal and walked over to the door. Outside was Simon, fully geared up and ready to strike. This was really Ghost, with Simon under that armor and facade.

"Morning Lieutenant, can I help you?" Aspen asked, professionally of course assuming Ghost was the one he was speaking to.

"I'm headed out to do a recon misson, I won't be back unil dusk assuming we make it. I just want to remind you to rest and feel better soon." He replied.

Aspen nodded and searched Ghost's eyes for Simon, he found it when Ghost leaned in and whispered, "Don't do anything stupid, I'll be back before you know it."

Aspen laughed and replied, "Yes sir, now get going."

Simon turned and left, walking down the long hallway. At the very end he looked back to see if Aspen was still watching, which he was. Grinning under his mask he waved an exited through the wide doors. Aspen smiling as well, closed his door and made his way to the kitchen.

"Morning Price." Aspen called out.

"Morning Aspen." He replied "How are you feeling?"

"Rested but still in pain." Aspen admitted.

"Well keep healing and resting. Also, very nice of Simon to help you out after we got back." Price said.

Aspen grabbed a cup of warm coffee and some toast, making his way to the dining table. Price smiled as Aspen replied, "He's pretty nice you know, I didnt expect him to help me the way he did though."

"Well Simon is complicated, it's not easy to explain him. His past and experiences in the field constantly haunt him. The poor guy, he's been through so much." Price said, taking a sip of his own coffee.

Aspen looked down into his cup, feeling bad for Simon. Whatever happened to him, wasn't Aspen's business. The same went for Simon, no one in 141 knew about Aspen's past.

"Don't think to much of it kid, he's been to hell and back. If you do care about him, don't leave. He is hard to grow attached to, and the moment people leave, he breaks." Price grumbled. He sounded like a father describing his depressed teenage son which was amusing for Aspen. However, the truth about Simon wasn't that simple.

Aspen finished his cup and began eating his toast, while Price rambled on about something. Aspen tuned it out, distracted by his past and now his possible future. Price realized Aspen wasn't listening and stopped talking for a moment.

"Hey, Aspen, be kind to yourself as well. Simon is hard to talk to sometimes, and prying into his past wouldn't help anyone" Price said, standing up to leave.

"Understood sir, thank you. For telling me, I mean." Aspen replied, also standing up to leave.

They both shared a look of hopefulness and left the room in silence. Aspen went to the left heading back to his room. Once inside he sat down and wrote about what Price said.

"I guess it makes sense, he seems private all the time. But we got so close so quickly, why would he do that?" Aspen thought aloud, writing his thoughts down.

After writing a few sentences Aspen grew tired and retired back to his bed. The pain meds were wearing off so he took a few more and dozed off.

A few hours went by, and no one disturbed his sleep. Aspen was exhausted and this sleep was helping him heal. His dreams were vivid and of course Simon was making guest appearances.

Aspens stomach began making unholy noises as he woke up. It was now late in the afternoon, close to dusk. Which meant Simon would be back soon. Aspen got up slowly and walked out of his room to get some food. There wasn't a lot of snacks he liked but some chips looked good.

"I guess these will have to do" Aspen sighed quietly.

While rummaging for anything else he heard the faintest sound, but thought nothing of it. When it got closer he tried to ignore it, and picked out some Salt and Vinegar chips. The sound behind Aspen stopped and he felt a bit scared.

Before he could turn around, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. They held on tight and he felt someone rest their head on his good shoulder. Rolling his eyes Aspen relaxed knowing it was Simon.

"Did you have a nice day Aspen?" He asked, pulling Aspen closer to himself.

"It was fine sir, thanks. How was yours." Aspen replied, his face hot as he blushed.

"Mission was a success though I'm glad you are well Aspen." He responded quietly.

Aspen turned around still wrapped in Simon's arms and looked up to face him. His eyes looked tired and worn.

"Are you alright Simon?" Aspen inquired.

"I'll be fine." He grumbled in his thick accent.

With that he let go and walked away, presumably to his room. Aspen ignored the fact that Simon totally dissed him, and walked away to eat his chips.

Once in his room, Aspen sat down and pondered what Simon said. What did it mean? A loud knock on the door announced someone's presence and Aspen hoped it was Simon.

When he opened the door, there he was.

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