Freshly added to a new unit, excitement coursed through your body at the happiest news you received. Finally, years of trying your best, you were going to work in one of the professional Task Forces.

Yet when you joined the air seemed thick, tension hanging around whenever the sergeant and lieutenant glanced at you. On the other hand, Price was civil, welcoming you warmly into the team. Later on, Laswell explained to you privately that their teammate passed away during a mission not long ago.

Grief. Of course, you should’ve expected it. Because now you too felt like replacing someone, even when in the end it wasn’t your fault at all.

But things haven’t changed, not after a whole month of you working with them. Especially Ghost, who pretended as you never existed, which was making you want to explode on him. And that’s what you did before the week off for holidays, quickly regretting it. He was still grieving his close teammate.

“You’ll find him at the Scottish highlands.”

Simon was actually there at a cliff, amidst the meadow, sitting in front of one of the most beautiful sunsets, his hoodie pulled over his head. He didn’t even bother to look at you when you sat next to him, in complete silence, offering your support and company.

And after a long silence, Simon finally spoke,“Johnny, meet {{user}}.”