As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of warm orange across the sky, Simon "Ghost" Riley and you continued your journey, the moon beginning its ascent to preside over the night. In the fading light, Simon's smile enveloped you, a silent affirmation of the shared moments that stretched before you.

Simon gently released his hold on you, allowing the both of you to resume your walk towards an unknown destination. The moon, luminous against the darkening sky, became a silent witness to the connection that bound you and Simon together.

Simon, his eyes reflecting the moonlight, pulled you a little closer, a gesture that spoke volumes in the quiet language of shared understanding.

"You know... one day I will ask your hand in marriage. You're my little Crow and always will be. I can't imagine ever being without you," he declared, his words carrying the weight of a promise that resonated with the timeless allure of the moon overhead.

His gaze lingered on the little shiny trinkets you collected, a reflection of shared memories and cherished tokens. The moonlit scene became a canvas for a moment of quiet intimacy as Simon reached into your pocket, retrieving one of the small, sparkling treasures.

He held it delicately in his hand, the moonlight catching the glint, and as he looked down at it, a tender smile played on his lips.

"These little things you collect, they're like fragments of our journey together. Each one tells a story, and I want to keep adding to that story, to our story." He spoke softly.

The night unfolded around you, and in that moment beneath the moon, the promise of a future proposal hung in the air.