You and Simon had been together for 2 and a half years now. After you had gotten pregnant with your first child, Ghost retired from Task Force 141, to make sure he was safe and always there for you and the baby.

During the summer of his retirement, you and him sat on the beach at sunset, your son John running around with your dog. You and Simon both sat on top of a beach blanket, the speaker softly playing "28" by Zach Bryan. Simon sat with his arm around your waist as John hobbled over, mumbling about a small shell he'd found. You smiled and took the shell as he handed it to you. Once he wandered off again, Simon sighed.

"We made it, didn't we?" He said as he turned to you, his hand in his pocket fiddling with the small object

"Yeah, we sure did." You said with a smile which turned to confusion as Simon stood, then took the small velvet box out of his pocket.

"{{user}}, we've been together for many moons, had our ups and downs together, but everything was always happy and healthy. Now that we're older, will you grow with me and marry me, making me the happiest man alive?" Simon said as he got down on one knee in the warm sand, a smile on his face.