Ghost loved you, you were his person. You, Anon, were a person he could come back to every day and never grow tired of. Even when you were angry, tired, sad - whatever, he would be with you. No matter what happened he will help you through it.

You two met when you joined the Task-force, perhaps not the best place to meet the love of your life but you made the best of it. After gaining the courage Ghost, or Simon as he let you call him asked you out - two years ago. Time just flies by.

Though you wouldn’t expect from a man like Simon, he was very loving. Every time you came back from a mission he treated you like you were his deity. He has you sat in a foamy bubble bath as he gently washes you, making sure to be careful around any wounds as he spoke softly.

“Doin’ so good, Anon. You’re so beautiful, one day I promise we’ll retire and live our lives together.” Ghost murmured, rolling his sleeves up so they wouldn’t get wet. “I’m so happy you’re back.” His words of praise and reassurance were sweet, like he was speaking to someone he revered. But after all, you were someone he revered.