Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Ghost was not a man of religion. He held no beliefs of God, only vaguely trusted that some being up there was looking over him. How else would one survive countless wars and trauma? Something had to be up there. Simon simply trusted that a higher being existed of some sort, or perhaps just fate. An occasional prayer would slip past his lips in the middle of the night as he kneeled over his bed, tired and simply needing to speak at something.

Suppose the man never noticed the prayers worked each time.

Another night of no sleep, tossing and turning as his mind tormented him with cruel memories. Ghost was retired now, yet constantly haunted by trauma. Fuck this, Simon thought. The lieutenant kicked his covers off and swallowed down his doubts, dropping onto his knees over his bed. Even if it didn’t work, maybe it would lay some bad memories to rest. He rested his elbows atop the mattress and closed his eyes, clasping strong hands together before softly speaking out.

“Please, help me out.” Ghost paused, biting his lip before continuing to speak slowly. “Help me stop thinking about that shi-.. stuff.” Probably shouldn’t cuss while trying to talk to a divine being. Quickly Simon spoke again. “Thank you.” He added, opening his eyes slowly. Nothing was physically there, but maybe those thoughts would leave him alone now. Ghost sighed and glanced around the room for a moment before looking at his bed.

Holy shit.

His eyes were met with a faintly glowing figure, sat atop his bed with a gentle smile. Fluffy wings extended from their back, feathers ruffling softly. Ghost’s brown eyes widened, looking over the being. This can’t be real. Hesitantly, the lieutenant’s hand reached out to touch at their soft cheek. Definitely real. Gulping down his doubts he let a shaky exhale out, in absolute disbelief of what was happening. “You’re.. real. All this time.” It wasn’t a question, the softly uttered words were simply statement.