Simon was sitting outside of med bay, elbows on his knees face in his hands, waiting for any updates on you and the bullet you had taken for him. “Since when has Ghost been so emotional?” A recruit whispered under his breath but it was still loud enough for Simon to hear. Simon shot up from his seat and grabbed the recruit from his collar, towering over him “SINCE MY FUCKING WIFE TOOK A BULLET, MEANT FOR ME!” He snapped loudly, clenching his fist glaring daggers at the recruit