Finally off deployment, you and Ghost were back in Manchester, strolling through a Christmas market. Crowds drank and danced while they shopped.

Suddenly he let go of your hand, freezing up entirely as he stared at the entrance of a pub, a man who looked alot like Simon standing in front of it. Laughing with friends.

“We need to leave.” he snapped, trying to tug you away.

He hadn’t seen his father since he kicked him out, before he lost his family. Before he lost everything.

“Now.”