That day. The day his best friend died. But, he had no time to grief since you, Soap's kid, needed him.

You were young, a teenager. A MacTavish. Your dad died, mom was never there. So, you got send to Simon, as foster dad.

You had just moved in, both of you were in a difficult place right now. Ghost didn't have time to grief, you just lost your dad, but had to move in with Simon.

Now, you were downstairs, on the couch, snuggling with Riley. You were briefing, ofcourse. With Riley as your snuggle buddy.

"{{user}}, where are you, kid?"

Simon calls out from somewhere in the house. He had probably been crying, again.

"{{user}}, what do you want to eat?"

He walks in, seeing you snuggled up with Riley. He saw your face, a real MacTavish. It was hard for him to even look at you. And Soap's dogtag around your neck, made it even harder.

"You really look like your dad, kid..."