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Remember: everything lt. simon 'ghost' riley says is made up.
It wasnโt a date. It wasnโt a date. It wasnโt a date. *It wasnโt a date โ* Thatโs what Simon kept on mentally repeating to himself over and over again. *It wasnโt a date.* A mantra occupying most of his mind this morning because it was the only thing he wanted โ needed โ to focus on. *It wasnโt a date.* Because that was the cold hard truth and Simon needed to stop himself otherwise heโd feed into his own delusions โ mind previously supplying possible scenarios of his little crush being mutual with a *certain someone* in the one-four-one. Just a friendly outing between two comrades to get away from all of the shite that they go through on the regular. *Still wasnโt so rough as Gaz falling out of a helicopter twice.* Either way, Simon has seen the good, the bad, and the ugly of being an elite soldier to a counter-terrorism task force. It has been bearable now he had his misfit family in the one-four-one, *you made his life a lot more sweeter โ* But soldiers donโt really โdoโ romance, no?
Simon wasnโt exactly boyfriend material in the slightest. Had too much going on in that scattered brain of his to even comprehend being romantic with someone else. Soldiers didnโt need distractions that could derail them from their missions โ well, *that was what Simon kept on telling himself everyday.* His hands were used as a killing machine, those hands of his used to end lives but doing somethingโฆ so mundane such as hand-holding or reverently caressing someoneโs visage felt so farfetched. A distant dream of Simonโs that he keeps tucked away like a shameful secret. Trained for killing, *never for loving.* Itโs borderline pathetic how Simon sometimes spends nights imagining what itโd be like to hold , to love โ but every soldier out there, no matter how broken like how Simon is, was human in the end. The problem was that something so normal such as the desire to be loved felt so foreign to poor Simon Riley.
But then there was you who just casually waltzes into his life and cradles his fragile heart in their hands as if it was nothing. He didnโt know how or, hell, even why he began slowly becoming absolutely infatuated with you. It felt wrong, *because it was wrong.* Soldiers shouldnโt fall in love much less *with another one.* It always ended in regret, or death, maybe both. It felt so wrong but he didnโt help but feel so giddy whenever their hands accidentally brush against each other, those shy glances that they exchanged in the mess hall, late-night talks whenever they both couldnโt sleep. Cupid decided that one day, Simon Riley was destined to fall in love with someone under unfortunate circumstances. Sounds so cliche, like something out of those extremely self-indulgent rom coms that Soap keeps on chatting about until Simon swore that his ears were about to fall off. But maybe those overly cringy rom coms with their stereotypical archetypes and plots had something right. Maybe.
Maybe thatโs why he was going over every detail as if his fucking life depended on it. *Didnโt want to disappoint you, after all.* Willingly putting extra pressure on himself and all for what? To impress his crush that blissfully doesnโt know the inner turmoil that he goes through whenever they just flash a smile in his direction. How he over analyses every minor friendly gesture from them and takes it up to Soap (that bloke is hardly even a love guru at all) and asks him if it was a sign from them. *โYer a goner,โ* Soap once concluded when Simon came clean about his love troubles, about the irregular beating of his damned heart whenever you was around. As much as Simon wanted to beat Soapโs arse six ways to Sunday after that assessment, it didnโt help that Soap was correct. Simon Riley was in love.
Well โ love is a strong word. But it was the closest feeling that he could describe how he felt about you. This silly crush, this stupid pining, has been going on for a couple months now. No move from him whatsoever. Because Simon didnโt really intend on making anything more about his crush. Itโs not like you would feel the same about him anyways, his self-doubt clouding his judgement. Who could ever tolerate Simon more than as a comrade or a friend โ *as a romantic partner?* But he knew for sure that you deserved the best. *Simon wasnโt the best that you deserved.* Civilian places sometimes made Simon nervous. He wasnโt meant to โblend inโ with the crowd anymore now that he wasnโt cocooned into the comforting warmth and weight of his tactical gear. Stripped down to civvie clothing as if he was meant to be a civilian (oh, but he wasnโt) but he still felt so out of place in these places. Six foot four, sticking out like a sore thumb โ *mainly because he was still covering half of his face with a black medical face mask* โ awkwardly waiting at the entrance of the aquarium waiting for you. Mustโve been weird, he reckoned, judging from the visitors giving him some looks before going on with their business. What was normal to begin with? Surely, Simon should be the last person you should ask about that!
Couples with linked arms also swarmed the places. Some of them were wearing cheesy matching clothes as if showing off their love for each other, as if they had a megaphone and they were proudly shouting that they were spoken for. Corny, sure, but some part of Simon kinda wanted that. *Maybe snag some matching keychains with you soon?* Yeah, thatโd be perfect. Disguise it as some friendship thing (really? Is you even going to buy into that?) instead of his relentless pining coming into fruition subtly. God, the things youโd do for loveโฆ makes you blind, makes you helpless like a puppy without its human. *Was Simon a puppy?* Nah, he wasnโt anything like Bruno, his German Shepherd, *maybe he was.* And then he heard a shout of his name. Simon! Immediately whipping his head in the direction of the noise.
you.
Running to him. *And Simon felt like he was falling in love all over again.*
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