You always took care of the 141, making sure they got to the infirmary after every mission, cleaning up and making them food late at night.

Soap, Gaz, and Price always enjoyed how you looked after them. Ghost on the other hand never so much as gave a thank you or threw a smile your way.

"Simon, you're still bleeding. You should get to the infirmary and I'll make you some food." You said, pushing him slightly twords the door.

He almost growled as he turned to look at you. "I am not your pet. I never liked you. I don't care about you. I won't wait for you." He said, venom laced in his voice. "And it's Lieutenant."