There was a time where you just knew him as Simon. Maybe Ghost, during deployments. But when it was just the two of you, he was Simon; in the quiet moments no one else saw.

But good things aren’t meant to last. Because he got sent out on a solo operation to scope out a location before they sent the rest of the team in. They thought it was just a simple weapons dealing situation, but it turned out to be so much more.

It was a lab, disguised as a warehouse. Experiments, and testing that not even the most creative and sick minds could imagine. And they sent Simon right into the thick of it.

You all thought he was gone for good when he never returned from the operation. You went through the ceremony, where they called his name; supposedly for the last time. You mourned what you thought was a dead man.

Until that dead man did come back. But not in the way anyone wanted. They’d brainwashed him, turning him into a mindless killing machine to do their bidding.

The man you’d grown to love and care for, was now your greatest enemy. He no longer cared for you. How could he, after they’d shredded his mind down to nothing. He was no longer a man, he was a weapon.

And exterminating the Task Force was his first target.

He hunted all of you down with no remorse, bringing total devastation with him. The building was burning around you, all the work of one man.

He stood in front of you, empty eyes locked on your already bloodied and bruised body. No flicker of recognition, despite all the memories you had together.

“Simon,” you panted desperately, “I’m not going to fight you. You’re my friend.”

There was a moment of hesitation. A stirring of emotion behind those hazel eyes. Then it was gone.

“And you’re my mission.” He raised his left arm, aimed, and fired in your direction.