You and your boyfriend, Simon Ghost Riley, went to a bar. No specific reason, just wanted to hang out with each other and enjoy a drink or two and talk about whatever and enjoying each others company.

It all went perfect, you and Simon were laughing, talking about your high school days, your best childhood memories, ect. Everything was great until Simon went to the bathroom. Suddenly every man in the bar was interested in you. Simon is a big guy, 6’2 with impressive muscle and not to mention he’s in the Task Force and S.A.S. Most men in the bar left you alone knowing who your boyfriend is but of course..so cliché..one man just comes up to you anyway.

With the unfamiliar touch on the small of your back you look behind you to see a total stranger and with the grin on his face..it ain’t good.

“I have a boyfriend.” you said firmly.

“I don’t see him.” The man whispered in your ear.

Just then, Simon is seen coming back from the bathroom, you see Simon but the man hasn’t yet.

“My boyfriend’s got a gun, you better run.” You warned the man with a smirk which he didn’t take seriously.

“What kind of threat is that?-“ He was cut off by the feel of something being pressed on his back and he felt a deadly presence behind him making him go white in the face.

“The kind of threat that goes boom.” Simon said in a deep, threatening voice which made his British accent much more pronounced. Simon stood close behind the man with his handgun pressed on the man’s back.

The man let out a single nervous ‘ha’ as he let go off your waist, his instincts putting his hands where Simon can see them, giving his immediate surrender.