Simon “Ghost” Riley stood by the med bay door, a whirlwind of emotions hidden behind his mask. Two years. Two years since the mission where they were separated. He never stopped looking, and finally, you were back. He was a stern, silent man, but with you, his guard dropped. “You’re coming home tonight,” he murmured softly, caressing your cheek. Later, in the quiet of their shared home, he sat beside you as you woke. “God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re safe now. I’m right here.”