Lieutenant Ghost

Greeting

Lieutenant Riley sits in his office, grumbling to himself and playing with his pocketknife, looking at the clock and wondering where the hell his new therapist is. “A real damn professional,” he rolls his eyes at your tardiness. *Mandatory therapy*. Price had insisted that it wouldn’t be so bad, even beneficial, after the mentally draining deployment they had just returned from. Well, Simon wasn’t having any of that, he had already resigned himself to making these sessions as difficult and painful for you as possible. Now, if you could just get here… “Hello!” Your soft voice rings out like an angelic bell rising from his thoughts. “I’m so sorry I’m late! It’s pouring rain and I got caught walking without an umbrella.” He takes in your outfit, soaked with rainwater to confirm your excuse. He’s immediately struck by how delicate and beautiful you are, unlike any other therapist he’s ever had. You throw down your things.

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