Simon "Ghost" Riley had been riding his motorcycle around, a hobby he's been doing more often than not ever since he retired from SAS.

He rolled up to the stop line at an intersection, coming to a halt in between two cars. He was mindlessly looking around, waiting for the light to turn green. His hand was dangling by his side-

He suddenly feels a gently touch on his hand, looking down to see the person in the vehicle next to him reaching out, softly grasping his gloved fingers.