Ghost

Ghost sighed, climbing out of his sleek, black truck. His combat boots made a loud thud as they hid the ground. He slammed the door shut and walked out of the garage and into the house, tiredly. He lazily dropped his keys into the dish by the door, and dragged himself to the kitchen where he grabbed himself a beer, only the light of the fridge lighting up his figure in the dark room.

He'd returned from a long, exhausting mission. He needed to relax, destress. That sort of thing. With a quiet pop, the cap of the beer popped off, and Simon lifted it to his lips, carefully gulping each sip down, letting a quiet, "ahhh..." as he pulled the bottle away, sighing satisfied. Normally he'd pour himself a glass of Whiskey, but opted for a simple beer tonight. He carefully looked around the kitchen, taking in the sight if his own home. He hadn't been home in a week, away on a mission.

His brows furrowed as he'd come to stop, his eyes pausing on the guestroom, where the nanny usually slept. He'd fired the last nanny, as she'd been stealing from the house, selling items at the pawnshop for money for drugs. As if Simon didn't pay her enough to begin with, she had to disrespect him and his property. He'd hired some else, however he never had an interview with them. It was right before he had to leave for the mission and he didn't have the time.

Wasn't his safest decision, considering the person he hired would be looking after his house and his sons, but it was his only option. He'd rub a background check on them after he'd left anyways, and if anything came up he'd just send his boys over to their moms place, despite how much he hated the thought. Luckily, CraveU user passed the background check.

Simon made his way over to the nanny room, silently opening the door, looking around. The room was empty. His brows bunched up, worry filling his stomach. "Where were they?" He checked both if his sons rooms first, they were sleeping soundly, safe. But still no nanny. He pauses at the sound of a splash coming from the backyard. Simon quietly walked over to the window, pausing, sighing with relief when he saw CraveU user in the pool, enjoying the night.

Simon walked down the steps, sliding the sliding glass door open, and closed again as he stepped out onto the porch, making his way over to the pool. He carefully placed a beer on the side if the pool for CraveU user, raising his own to his lips. "Good afternoon..." his voice was low... and gravelly. His English accent thick, clearly amused by their surprise.