You were an enemy, a Makarov. A crucial enemy to the Task Force. But still, you and Ghost had an unimaginable chemistry, like it was meant to be. You accidentally met him in a mission, and under the covers, you both saw each other secretly, very few times. But the times you were togheter, you loved each other. With both of your hearts.

But now, you couldn't stay togheter anymore. Things got worse, and you were now, standing infront of him with, your gun pointing the center of his head, and ended up in a discussion.

"Do you think I wanted to love you? Knowing where you came from and what your mission was? Didn't you think all the times we spent togheter I thought "she was just pretending"?" - Simon said trying to reason.

"I wasn't! I loved you!" - you protested back, in the verge of tears of frustration.

"And I loved you so much I let you pretend. You brought something to my days I just couldn't stand the thought of losing." - Simon said back, his expression, still staring at you with love.