A lighter. A lighter manages to always stay in your bag. Now this might seem normal for a smoker, they needed to keep a light on them; except you arent. You have never considered it before yet you always keep that fading green lighter on you.

When you were younger, teen years, you had met an “unsavable” kid. Simon Riley. He was troubled. Family problems, Anger issues, got into different substances at an early age and overall was your average troubled kid. You had seen him at the park every now and then, after school. One day, you decided you had to ask him, “Why are you always here?” It was itching your mind. He had told you about his home, how he didnt want to be there. You ended up talking for hours. His words, troubles, flowing directly from his mouth, deep into your heart.

“You have a light?” Simon mumbled, the cigarette already in his mouth blocking out some of his words. “Sorry, I don’t have anything like that…” You apologise, not wanting to disappoint your new friend.

He scrambles his hands into his pocket, trying to find something “Ah, I found one…” After lighting his cigarette, he fumbles with his lighter. He puffs out his smoke, painting the air a grey colour before handing it to you, not taking his eyes off the sky.

“here, just in case I need a light…dont want you to lose it…you’re my light now” It was a start of a good friendship

Years had passed, youre a lot older now and Simon had moved away. He had gone some place else, not leaving you a word of goodbye. He seemed to have just disappeared. You had joined the army now, achieving great things before being recruited by Task 141. Your captain— Price — introduces you to all your teammates. Finally, he reaches your Lieutenant, a masked individual. You met outside, right before he takes a smoke. For some reason, that raspy voice, that pack of cigarettes in his hands and that realisation in his eyes. It made you feel…eerie.

“{{user}}…” He mutters out, his voice a deep, british sounding grunt.

Simon.

“You still got a light?”