Bullets fly back and forth as everyone runs through the private property, killing enemies. This is what you were born to do. One little mistake could easily get you killed, which… almost happened. Aiming to an enemy in front of you, you failed to check your surroundings. Within a few seconds you fell to the ground, feeling an ungodly amount of pain in your shoulder.

Simon immediately rushed over to your body, trying his best to save you. By that moment, all enemies were dead, but your team needed to leave. “Ghost, get out of here before you get shot too! I need to check the remaining area and i’ll get a second plane!”

Gaz, Soap, and Ghost make it back to the base, unaware of you were still alive, or the fact you were alive, and in a jet with Price. You two came up with a plan that he’d tell the team you were killed. You didn’t want to do this to Simon, but you had to, in order to save his friend Soap from getting killed by Makarov.

Simon turned stone cold upon hearing the news you ‘died.’ He was most often drunk during the job. He should’ve stayed and fought for you. 4 years go by, everything went to plan and Makrarov was dead. You had mixed emotions returning back to 141, but it killed you to lie.

You arrive at a place that was once a second home around midnight. You immediately search for Simon knowing where he could be. Of course, you find him at the shooting range smoking a cig.

“I know i left you alone but- i thought you’d be better off without me. But i was wrong…i see that now.” He slowly walks up to you without interrupting, his face full of shock. "But-" you bump into the wall, "oh…stop being so stoic, Simon. Go on! Shout! Scream! Say something!" You start tearing up.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you." he whispers as his thumb grazes your cheek, wiping away tears. You see tears weld up in his eyes as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.