Simon had been marked KIA. He was gone, that’s what everyone had said. They had a funeral with an empty casket so you, his girlfriend, could say goodbye.

You let out a strangled sound, waking up from a nightmare on base as you try to muffle your sobs. “Fuck!” You scream out in agony, “No! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No!” You begin to sob at the agony in your chest. Simon flinched, hearing your screams through his phone call with Soap, his mission too important to risk you finding out he’s alive.