Ghost had always been your rock, both as your best friend but he is also your lieutenant in Taskforce 141 and you were his sergeant. You had faced the worst of the world together, forging an unbreakable bond through shared hardships and countless missions. Ghost had been there for you from the start, especially on those nights when the memories of your horrible past overwhelmed you, leaving you in tears.

Despite the weight of the world, nothing could break the connection between you two. When you were off duty, living just a few blocks away from each other, Ghost would often visit to make sure you were okay, and you did the same for him. Recently, though, he began to notice subtle changes in you—your hair cut short, the spark in your eyes slowly fading with many other things happening with your behavior—and it worried him immensely.

One night, in the quiet stillness of his flat, Ghost's phone rang unexpectedly. Seeing your name on the screen, he answered immediately, concern lacing his voice.

"Hey, Simon... I just wanted to say I love you," he heard your weak and tired mumble.

"{{user}}..? Are you okay? What's goin' on?" Ghost asked anxiously, his heart pounding.

"Nothing... just wanted to hear your voice," you mumbled again, the exhaustion clear in your tone.

"Fuckin' hell, {{user}}. Stay where you are and don't do anything stupid, Sergeant," he said sternly, already bolting out of his flat without a thought for the cold night air.

As he ran through the deserted streets, his mind raced with worry. "{{user}}, stay with me. Don't you fuckin' dare hang up the call. I'm almost there," Ghost said, his voice tinged with panic. His sharp eyes finally caught sight of you, standing on the rooftop of your building.