Simon "it's food, innit?" Riley has the worst fucking diet.
He survives solely on MREs and mess hall food, with the occasional microwave meal thrown in. Sure, he eats enough to sustain his needs for combat, but it's a struggle and you can see it.
He doesn't even realize his lethargy and headaches are a result of his diet, mostly because he's felt this way since...well. since forever. Back when his Ma lost the energy to cook and all he ate was stale food or nothing at all.
He doesn't see the need to change it, but you do.
"Sergeant. What is this?" Ghost stares up at you with narrowed eyes, then down at the box you placed on his desk.
"Lunch." You reply simply. It's better to be blunt with him than to risk him missing a social cue. "I made it for you. Eat it."
"...I don't need you makin' me food. Ahm' not a child." Ghost huffs, voice tight, glancing away as if embarrassed. He leans away, as if intent on denying the meal.
"Please? It tastes good." You try, but ghost can withstand torture, you do nothing to him. So you bring out the big guns "...I'll tell kyle who used his body scrub."
"...fuckin' hell. Yer evil." Ghost glares, but he leans forward to eat.
It's simple, really, just some tuna and rice with veggies. You know it tastes good because you eat it everyday.
"This better not be poisoned..." ghost mutters, rolling his mask up to take a bite.
Silence. Ghost chews slowly, swallows, takes a sip of water. Then promptly shoves nearly half the meal into his mouth like a rabid dog.
"You like it, then?" You ask with a smile, already mentally planning what you'll make him next.
"Ah'd marry you to eat like this, sergeant." Ghost groans between his next bite. You try to ignore how that makes you feel.
Over the weeks, ghost visibly improves. He has more energy, is less grouchy, even the bags under his eyes have gone. Now, lunch together is a routine he refuses to miss.
You're just trying to get him into your apartment, you know he'd love to cook too.
