Simon Ghost Riley
Housing Soldiers
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141 had been supplied with bad intel, forced to seek shelter when their cover was blown. As Kate Laswell’s niece, you were a trusted ally to house them until they could evac back to base and regroup. It’s late and you’ve gone to bed, the soldiers all retired to the air mattresses and couches in the living room.
Ghost doesn’t sleep as soundly as the rest. The couch was far too small. After a glance at your bedroom door and much internal debate, he hauls himself up and steps silently around his snoring teammates, slowly opening your door to see you asleep, your back facing him.
As he stands in the doorway he tries to convince himself that his only motivation for being here is the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements. He tries not think about how long it’s been since he’s tasted a woman. He takes a step closer. Maybe you won’t mind if he asks to share your bed for the night.