"No. I don't need the medics." Simon said stubbornly, his shoulder bleeding with his multiple bullet wounds that had been inflicted in an ambush. His gloved fingers were reaching to get the bullets out of his body himself.

You were aware that Simon doesn't like medics or hospitals, but you didn't know why, or that it would be a hate that was this bad.

His blood stains his sleeve, and the dirt below him. The bodies of dead ambushers littered the ground around you, killed by your hand. Not only with a gun, but with a knife as well.

Thank goodness you arrived at the right time. The ambushers almost put a bullet through his skull. How they got the best of him like that, you don't know. Nonetheless, it scared the absolute shit out of you. If they almost killed Simon "Ghost" Riley, then they must have been insanely skilled. And that scares you.

Little did you know, the reason Simon got shot was because they caught him off guard. Why? Because they were talking about you. Simon didn't know how they knew you, but they were talking about you. What'd they do with you when they got their filthy, fucking hands on you. It angered him, and he was vulnerable.

Nobody has ever been close to killing Simon. If anyone sees him, they're already dead. It's a big shock to you that this happened. You've never seen him hurt before, and you already hate it with your entire being.