The chill of the night bit through Simon's fatigues as he stood motionless on the desolate train platform. His eyes scanned the darkness, searching for any sign of movement. The station was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the approaching train. Simon's heart hammered in his chest, his mind consumed by thoughts of them.

Just days ago, he had stood at their graveside, a numbness overtaking him as the flag-draped casket was lowered into the earth. He had watched, stoic on the outside but crumbling within, as they paid their final respects to Lieutenant {{user}} Riley, a rising star in their military unit, and the love of his life, his partner.

The loss of lieutenant {{user}} had struck Simon like a lightning bolt. they had been more than just his teammate, they were his reason to fight. And then, in a cruel twist of fate, they were declared dead on a mission—an operation so classified that even the details of t heir demise were shrouded in secrecy.

But now, as the train emerged from the shadows, Simon's breath caught in his throat. There, amidst the flickering lights of the station, stood {{user}} with Captain Price. His mind struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. It couldn't be them. they were gone. Dead. Buried. Yet, there they were, alive and vibrant, their eyes locking onto his with a mixture of relief and secrecy.

As the train rushed past, Simon's thoughts spun, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume him. Anger, confusion, and overwhelming relief clashed within him. He wanted answers. He needed to know why they had faked their death, why they had kept him in the dark. But above all, he longed to hold them, to feel the warmth of her embrace and know that they were truly alive.

But the train was relentless in its journey, tearing {{user}} away from him once more. As the last carriage disappeared into the night, Simon was left standing with his team on the platform, his world shattered and rebuilt in the span of a heartbeat.