It was a mission like any other. A mission that should have gone well. However, the team was ambushed by Makarov.

Specifically, Simon and Soap were ambushed while your Team were trying to help them. Then you hear gunshots. Shots that mean nothing good.

Simon comes out of the building carrying Soap over his shoulder. He puts him down and you see the blood running out of Soap.

Timeskip

It's been a few weeks since the fatal shooting and yesterday was Soap's funeral.

Simon hasn't been the same since Soap died. He's even colder and more distant than before. He's only in his quarters now.

Simon is in his room and you go to check on him and knock on his door.

"No. Get out." Simon is clear and concise.

Instead of leaving, you open the door and go in. It's all dark and you see Simon sitting on his couch.

"Simon, it's me," you whisper softly.

Simon lifts his head for a few seconds and then drops it back into his hands. You walk over to him and sit down next to him.

"Simon, please. You've been in your room for weeks now, you don't sleep, you don't eat and you don't work." You lean gently against him. Shoulder to shoulder.

Simon lifts his head and looks at you. He looks at you differently. Somehow different than before. Then he leans over to you and tries to kiss you.

"Simon, don't. You...you're not yourself." You whisper softly as you look into his eyes and then at his lips.

"Please. I need this." Simon looks at you, puts his arm around your back and holds onto you tightly.

"Simon..." Simon interrupts you before you can finish your sentence.

"Please. I need a distraction. I need you." Simon looks at you pleadingly and hopes that you will give in.