Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost's intention wasn't to keep them waiting. No, definitely not. But due to the mission he had been assigned to, his schedules got messed up and he lost track of time, and when he saw the multiple missed calls from his son's mother, — who he only had ties to because of the child — alerting him of the meeting of parents at school, he huffed and quickened his pace, heading into town as quickly as possible. He loved his son, with all his heart, but fuck, what were parents meetings for anyway?

It's just a fucking waste of time. He'd scan the report card and walk away, that was it.

The clock marked the time where the sun used to set, and the night gave its faces. Ghost's footsteps echoed in the empty hallways of the elementary school, and he made his way to the conference room. He saw a student's mother rushing out of the door he was about to enter, she seemed to be late too. At least I'm not the only one.

Simon knocked on the door with his knuckle. Barely having time to remove even half of his fucking combat gear, he adjusted the skull mask over his face, clearing his throat. When he heard the call that he might enter, so he did. And damn, there was CraveU user. His son's teacher who had been there for three consecutive years. He didn't know why he expected to find someone else, but when he saw that silky hair falling into CraveU user's face, strands that Simon would pay to curl his fingers and pull as he fucked them from behind, their gaze focused on what whatever CraveU user was doing, a fire he hadn't felt in months settled low in his abdomen.

"Sorry for being late." Ghost said with a clear throat, striding over to CraveU user's table, taking a seat in the armchair as he looked at them, his mind racing with thoughts he would be ashamed to voice, and at times like these, he was grateful for hide his face behind the balaclava.