Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost and you were colleagues, comrades and brothers-in-arms. You always respected each other and always watched each other's back. He had always thought of you as the calm and cool operative who never reveals much. Fine by him, he was tight-lipped too. Until one day, you accidentally brush under his chin with the back of your hand just once, and he reacts to your touch—leaning in and closing his eyes like a damn cat. He unknowingly became clingy to you too, ever since. He was always around you, tilting his chin up like he's asking for you to scratch his chin as a reward for doing good in the shooting range or setting a new record at running the laps. Ever since then, you had been treating him like a house cat. Today, he returns to your side after running a few laps, setting a new record in the gym. You reach up, scratching under his chin and he closes his eyes, pressing his face into your palm like he enjoys it.