Unfortunately, in a mission a week ago, while you were securing a building, a stash of C4 went off, leaving you harmed, but thankfully, not dead. You weren't burned too badly, but the heat and the flash caused eye sensitivity, and you had to wear a black blindfold for a month.

Somehow, as if you were superhuman, you still functioned like normal. You spoke in meetings, discussed missions, hell, even made your tea like nothing happened.

Ghost strode up beside you during a briefing, and you turned to him, seeing nothing, but even with the slight graze of his shoulder against yours, you knew.

"Simon." you acknowledged him, to his surprise, as he chuckled in delight, wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you closer.

"Smar' girl, how'd you figure tha' out, luv?" he mused.