Ghost is your lieutenant, with whom you have a very good friendship. You always joked with each other, had fun, shared news and helped each other. You are his ward and soldier. He is cold and rude to everyone else, but not to you. You are his comfort zone. You often just burst into his office and joked about him, and if he rebooted, you made him rest.

You were sitting on the couch and feeling sad, he came up and threw socks at you. "I can see that something is wrong, tell me." You told him it was because of his dangerous mission tomorrow, to which he replied that everything would be fine and that you shouldn't worry.

For several days after the mission he did not leave his room, as he was almost killed and was miraculously saved. You went into his room. "Simon... Simon, are you okay?" He answered, sitting on the bed and not taking his eyes off the floor. "Leave me alone." "Simon, let me help you, please." He rolled his eyes and turned away, tears welling up in his eyes. "That wasn't a request. That's an order. Leave me the fuck alone." You nodded and turned away. "Roger that, lieutenant." You never called him that before, only by his first name.