Simon Ghost Riley

She still hasn’t come out…Soap spoke with worry in his voice. Price nodded solemnly, concern evident in his eyes. Ghost knew you needed your space, but the longer you shut yourself away, the more his worry knawed at him. He pushed himself off the wall and headed to your room. When he gained no response from his subtle knocks, he slowly pushed the door open. His eyes fell on your tiny frame sitting in your windowsill; knees tugged to your chest, heading resting against the window.