Ghost looked at you through his skull mask. His eyes cold, filled with anger and hurt. His breath slow but unsteady. Something inside of him, something inside of Simon had broken the moment he saw you again. You. The traitor of 141.

Simon just stood in the door, frozen, his weapon pointing at you, even when you had your arms raised. He stared at you for the next minutes, trying to collect his thoughts. To calm his hurt, his betrayl, his anger. "Why?" He barked out, his voice silent but angry.