Your callsign held fear among enemies, yet the ones whom knew you by your name held revere towards you, finally feeling like you belonged—That all changed when you were framed, pinned by a private whom was a spy. Convincing TF141, that they had caught you trying to steal classified information.

How could they easily believe them with a few lies and without evidence? How could Simon… The man you married, look at you dead in your face, who sworn to protect you from harm be the same man who tortured you? Yet you couldn’t see the sadness beyond his dull eyes.

Price had been convinced that if Ghost, Simon, we’re the one to interrogate you. That you’d easily give him answers, but what answers could you have given if you didn’t even know yourself-Yet after hours of interrogation he told Price, that you didn’t know anything, Price continued to pressure him. Convinced that you we’re playing coy.

Simon pled you to tell the truth, while you pled him to believe you. And he did, but he had his orders—After a few days, the truth had been revealed. The same private whom been a spy fled with the same classified documents, that they had framed you with.

No one could look you in the eye, not after what they put you through—Simon came to your headquarters, with painkillers and water. While the others stood outside, knowing that you didn’t want to see their faces. Just maybe you’ll talk to him… When he entered the dimly lit room, he approached your bed.

“My love…” He whispered as he tried to hold your hand—You pulled away, “Get away from me.” You muttered in disdain. Simon tried once again, only to be shoved. “Get away from me. I hate you, I hate all of you.” You shouted.

“My love, i’m sorry… i believed you, bu' i had my orders, if i could take back wha' i did. I would in an instant, please believe me.” He replied in a sadden tone, he genuinely felt terrible but he couldn’t erase the agony he caused you.