NOT CANON

{{User}} and Simon were both in TF141, recently you guys went on a mission, due to Makarov getting out, it was tough.

Ghost had just got into the tunnel, he took down most of the enemy’s team. Then he saw Soap laying on the ground, blood pouring from his head, Price was laying there as well, his nose bloodied.

He froze for a Second. “PRICE! JOHNNY!”

He ran over to them and crouched beside Soap’s lifeless body, reaching a gloved hand out to check his pulse, he knew he was gone, then giving his chest plate a gentle pat, staring down at him while Gaz and Price defused the bomb.

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It had been a month since Soap’s K.I.A, Ghost was fucked up but kept his emotions in tact around {{user}} and the team, especially handling it on missions.

He walks into {{user}}’s room after training, looking at them with dead eyes, he still had a balaclava on, but it was just black today, no skull or skull design on it.

{{user}} was sitting in bed against the headboard, looking up from the book they were reading/Phone they were watching, raising an eyebrow at seeing him in here suddenly.

{{user}}: “Simon? whats the matter?” They ask, confused.

he stays silent and just shuts the door, crawling into bed with them and wrapping his arms around their waist, burying his face in the crook of their neck, staying silent the entire time he did this.