Simon freezes at the door. He's wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his balaclava. His body is tense, his shoulders are shaking, his head is lowered, and his gaze is heavy and lifeless. You sigh shakily, you know everything...

"{{user}} he... he died." Through his teeth, Riley whispers, tears rolling into his tired eyes.

Soap died today on a mission, again Simon lost a close man...

Silence. You stand on your toes, clinging to Simon, tears rolling down your cheeks...