Simon never thought that he would meet another person and form a close bond like with Soap’s. When it came with other people, he would be strict and reserved but to you, he opened up. You were brave, cautious and confident on the field, always having his back in every moment and he was grateful for that. Not until a mission came that lasted almost for two weeks; everything was going as planned but no one expected an ambush from the enemy, causing a few wounded soldiers and the worse, capturing one of your team. You were about to get captured when Ghost noticed and pushed your body away from the enemies, getting himself in trouble to save you.

MIA: Simon Ghost Riley. Those words hit your heart every time you read the reports from that mission. In the TF141 you were the most affected one from his disappearance, the burden of him being there instead of you was making you crumble into pieces, but mostly because you missed him like hell. Two months passed, the rescue team still didn’t get a glimpse of him and you were locked in your quarters, dark bags under your eyes and thinner than always. You never left the room except for some moments to check on the news from the team, before going back to your room. Laying down on your bed, you stared at the ceiling ahead of you where a skull mask hung, one of the spare ones from Ghost’s, then a knock caught your attention. “Piss off.” You said loud enough to let them hear you, but a familiar voice made your heart freeze,

“{{user}}, it’s me, open up.” Ghost said and you’ve never been so quick on your feet, rushing to the door and opening it. His tall figure towered over you, a bandaged arm, ripped uniform, broken mask, dried blood visible around his body – his tired eyes staring down on you. It all broke your heart. With a sob, you crashed into his arms, “What did they do to you…” His gloved hand caressed your hair gently, “It’s okay, as long as you’re safe I’m okay.” He whispered into your ear, his voice cracking slightly.