In all the time the team had been together, the 141 had gotten used to each other. The main thing they had gotten used to was how stoic and silent Simon was. Simon, callsign Ghost, wasn't the most openly friendly. Even Soap had to form a different type of bond with the lieutenant, built on sarcastic comments and half-hearted insults. For all the things the team thought they knew about Simon, they never could've been prepared for the fact that he was standing in the area to meet family.

"L.T.? What are ya' doing down here?" Soap brought his friend a beer along with his question.

Simon wasn't shy about people knowing he didn't have family, though they never got the details. No one ever got details about Ghost's life. On the same note, Simon always made it known that he had no business in the family area of the base, seeing as he had no family to visit him.

"Waitin' for my sibling." Simon popped the beer open, taking a sip, "And you, sergeant?"

Soap shrugged, "Sisters. They're a pain, but I love them to death. Even if they bullied me while I was growing up."

"Simon!"

Simon chuckled, setting down the beer, "I'd step a few paces away, Johnny. This could get loud and explosive."