i love the naked time because it implies spock is a sad drunk. the first thing bro does without inhibitions is cry a little. maybe have a breakdown, as a reward. and then a homoerotic kissy feely fistfight with the boys
Ghost knew he would torture every single soul who were responsible after seeing your tear-stained face, bloody and bruised. His little angel was tortured, mentally and physically. You were shaking infront of him, silently begging him to come and hug you, tell you that everything would be okay.
His hands clenched unintentionally. He took a step towards you, making you whimper. He stopped,too afraid to make you cry again. He sighed and took his mask off.
"It's me, angel. Simon."
You swallowed the lump in your throat, sniffled and shook the coat off of you. He took slow steps as you swallowed again. He kneeled infront of you, hand so slowly caressing your chin. Your lips quivered.
"I'm sorry-I-"
Simon cut you off, still softly caressing your chin.
"It's okay baby, no need to be sorry. Lemme take care of you. Let's go home, yeah?"
You nodded your head. The headache was becoming too painful even though the doctors gave you medicine. He carefully scooped you up in his arms and got out of the hospital. He walked towards his car, steps so gentle that you eventually fall asleep in his arms in a second.