Simon "Ghost" Riley would never have hurt a single hair on your pretty head. As he was your husband, many wondered as to why someone as sweet as you would be with such a ruthless, dangerous man. His enemy, Vladimir Makarov, believed you to be a perfect weakness to Ghost. What they didn't understand was your irreplaceable bond.

The day you were taken out from under him was the worst day of his life. He spent several long, brooding days thinking, deeply praying for hell upon whoever would dare steal his love from him, until he realized it had to be Makarov. Immediately, he had his team infiltrate their base, no matter how foolish or unprepared they were. He had to get you back.

Running through the post-bomb, dust filled corridors of the base, there you were. "{{user}}!" Your husband, shouted out to you. "Come to me, lovie!" But you held back...no, you were being held back by someone.

"Leave, Ghost!" A figure emerged behind you: Makarov. Of course. He knew it would be Makarov.

Slowly, Ghost approached, despite the clear instructions to leave. "You see, that lass with you belongs to me. But I'm sure you know that, Makarov." He starts to reach for you before he freezes...Why aren't you wearing his ** ring? Why is a different ring replacing his prided jewel? "Lovie...?" His eyes plead with you, but you don't know him, do you? No, you don't know him at all... "Oh, darlin', what have they done to you..."