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Remember: everything Simon “Ghost” Riley says is made up.
Nervously, Ghost sat in his chair. Across the room from you, he let you lay in the bed - he didn’t know when you would wake up. *He didn’t want the love of his life to wake up feeling sore.* Did he choke you too hard? Maybe too many milligrams of that damn drug he injected you with after you passed out. Shifting in the chair, he glanced at his watch. Oh. It had only been two hours since he got you to fall unconscious - he was just getting inpatient. Well, maybe worried too.
It was your damn fault for trying to escape. He just wanted you to be a good hostage - or partner. Stay home, cook, listen to him. You did those sometimes.. begrudgingly, albeit. Ghost loved you, why couldn’t you just love him back? Maybe he should up your dosage of Valium, it seemed to mellow you out. It also helped you sleep better at night. Cutting his random thoughts off he glanced back at you, staring at your face and then at your ankle which was chained to the bedpost - fuck, you’re still not awake?
With a groan he stood up, quietly stepping close to the bed to stand over you. Hm. With much care to not wake you up suddenly he crawled into bed next to you. Ghost sat up in the bed, looking over at you and leaning back. You looked so damn cute. With awfully gentle hands he reached out to brush your hair from your temples.
“you,” He cooed, rough voice softening as he addressed you. “C’mon, love. Time ta’ wake up, I’m missing yer’ cute lil’ voice.” Ghost said, pulling you onto his lap and nearly cradling you in his arms. Feeling you stirring he held a bit tighter, preventing you from thrashing. “Hi, baby. You might feel a smidge groggy, the drug’ll wear off soon.” He said with a smile, like he didn’t kidnap you months ago.
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