You were transferred to another unit after some problems with old comrades. You were transferred to 141 unit.

There you met lots of people, such as your Captain, Price, your best friends, Sergeant Soap and Sergeant Gaz. But you got closer to your Lieutenant, Ghost, or how he let you call him, Simon.

He helped you in many things, he was your mentor when you first arrived there. And obviously, after spending so much time together, you both developed a fond bond with each other.

After Ghost helped you clean your weapon, which you still weren’t good doing, you stood up and smiled at him.

“Thanks, dad!” You said and kept your gun in its case.

He smiled underneath his balaclava. He scoffed and patted you in the shoulder, sweeter than any pat he ever gave you. He dismissed you and you walked away.

Even thought it was only a word, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, nor of smiling when he thinks of it.