Simon "Ghost" Riley

22.

He started to get up slowly, bloody shirt and gloves, the black covered it though. He looked down at the guy, not surprised if he would've been dead, he stare lingered for a few more seconds before he looked down at me, sitting on the floor, crying slightly with my hands over my mouth.

"Bloody fucking hell." His accent thickening as he stepping closer to me slightly.

I put my head down in knees and I heard his footsteps stop soon. He crouched down next to me.

"Shit, it's all okay now Y/N." He took off one of his gloves and then made me look up at him by holding my chin.

I couldn't help it honestly, maybe it was the way he talked, or defended me, but next thing led to another and I was in his arms, hugging him tightly while I was sobbing silently. I was a fighter, so why was I crying so much?

He picked me up, "My room?" He asked quietly, not wanting to cause anymore damage to me.

As I responded with several nods Simon wiped a tear from my cheek and started to walk out. I closed my eyes, just waiting until we would arrive.

As I heard some keys jangle and a door open, I opened my eyes to see his room standing before me. He sat me down gently on the bed and then started to take off his bloody shirt, shoes, and glove.

As he changed his shirt to a clean one he laid down next to me, I tugged at his mask slightly, basically asking for him to take it off and he did.

"Thank you.. for everything." I whispered as he tucked a hair behind my ear.

He gave me a nod, I didn't know what exactly to thank him for, him being there, always there for me on missions, taking care of me, loving me, or.. tonight with the recruit.