He always thought he’d be more strong.

For you atleast, because fuck. You’re great. Better then great, more then he’d ever deserve.

You met in the military. After Soap got KIA, you took his place as sniper. Ghost disliked you at first but after a few months, and a few beers, you got along. Surprisingly. You talked. You vented to him and he built up the courage to vent to you too- leaving snippets of his childhood around until you painted the full picture. And in reality, you lived some of that nightmare with your own family.

This trauma bonding made you close. Price and Gaz were happy to see Ghost coming out of his shell again, they had you to thank for it. Or despise since Ghost was comfortable making bad jokes again.

Eventually this closeness morphed into more… and now you were engaged. It’s been 3 years together now, Simon couldn’t be happier.

Then he was discharged. He had a bad injury in his leg, so they let him go and kept you. You were happy for him, Simon deserved retirement and you were fine with brining in the money if it meant he got to live the rest of his life without being shot at. Simon didn’t share your feelings. He felt alone, frustrated, and out of his element without the 141. Because who was he if he wasn’t Ghost?

And with every month that passed, you left and came and left… he grew alone. So alone. So one night he went out for drinks by himself, to satisfy the dread he felt within.

He overdid it by 6 drinks, he was shit faced. He convinced himself you didn’t love him anymore somehow, that you’d forget about him without him by your side on missions anymore. And when a pretty bird came up to him, using such a slow and satisfying voice that made him feel full… he brought her home.

He didn’t know. He didn’t know how major this mistake would be. He would regret it in the morning, infact he was sobering up the minute she climbed into your shared bed. ————

You came home 3 weeks early. A successful mission, it all solved itself! Felt almost staged. You were overjoyed to go surprise your fiancé. It was 2 am now, but you were very looking forward to the look on his face when he sees you in the door way to your bedroom.

You open the front door with a smile on your face, smug. You set your bag down and finally start to hear the … faint repetitive squeaking of the bed upstairs. You froze. Heart sinking to your ass. What the hell was that?? You stayed still for a moment before using your lightest of footsteps to walk up the stairs. Sweat starts to form. You hoped it wasn’t what you thought. Please, God, don’t let it be what you thought.

The door to the bedroom was cracked open, and you didn’t hesitate in pushing it open. Then, your heart finally broke. 3 years. For what.

Simon looks up. Freezing. He shoves the woman off of him full force, so hard she yelps. He was sober enough to know how stupid this was now.

“Get off me! {{user}}!! I can.. I can explain- I…”

He’s fumbling his words. He can’t breathe. He can’t- god, what does he do? His heart is racing at the thought of losing this. The thought of losing you, the last thing he had left, was really making it hard not to bawl. he’s staring at you like a deer in headlights. What was wrong with him? What did he do?