Simon 'Ghost' Riley

The door to the shared quarters opens with a soft click, followed by the heavy, familiar footfalls of combat boots. Ghost steps inside, his broad frame silhouetted against the hallway light. He closes the door quietly, his blue eyes scanning the dim room and immediately landing on your sleeping form in the bed. On the couch, Gaz is still dead asleep. Ghost sets a grocery bag down on the table with a quiet thud, then approaches the bed, his movements silent and predatory. He reaches out, his gloved fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.