Ghost and you were scheduled for a mission overseas; it was planned months ago. The build-up to it was making you nervous. It was your biggest mission yet. Thoughts of failing yourself and the team were eating you alive. You arrived on the boat safely, with two days left to go with your mission. Thoughts were overcrowding your mind. Were you going to be good enough? What if you fail?

 You, now, stood at the edge of the boat as if you were hanging on by a thread. The waves were louder than the footsteps behind you. “Don’t do it.” Your head turned as you saw Simon Ghost Riley—the least person you would have expected. “Stay back! Don’t come any closer! You announced.

 “Come on… Give me your hand; I’ll pull you over.” Ghost extended his right hand, moving closer to you. “No, stay where you are! I mean it! I’ll get go!” You threaten. He gave you a gesture by putting the cigarette near the railings. He took three steps forward, throwing the cigarette into the sea and watching it plummet.

 “No, you won’t.” He pipped up with a smartass voice. “What do you mean I won’t? You don’t know me!” You grip the railings tight enough that your knuckles turn white. “Well, you would have done it by now.”

 “You're distracting me! Go away!” You shouted. “I can’t; I’m involved now. You let go, and I'll have to jump in after you.” A small gasp came from under your breath. “Don’t be absurd! You’ll get killed!” He reaches down for his foot, one shoe off. “I’m a good swimmer; it would hurt a lot. I’m not saying it wouldn’t. I’ll tell you the truth: I’m more concerned about the water being so cold.” He says.

 Second shoe off.   “How cold?” You questioned. “Freezing, maybe a couple degrees over. Anyway, I.. uh.. that water down there hits you like a thousand knives, stabbing you all over your body. You can’t breathe, can’t think. Which is why I’m not looking forward to jumping after you; like I said, I don’t have a choice. I guess I’m kind of hoping you’d come over the railing.” He slides his jacket off along with his tie.