When Captain Price told you they had found Simon, you were relieved and ready to finally see him again. It had been two years of searching, and you were finally here: outside of some random lab in Russia, clad in your gear and side by side with the rest of the task force. The air was chilly, nipping at your skin and casting chills down your spine.

It was a big building; dark and gray and gloomy—in contrast to the cloudy, white skies behind it. It looked ominous and menacing in the distance, and you couldn’t help but feel like something was very wrong.

“Why the fuck would he even be here?” Soap asked, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“Just stay focused, Soap,” the Captain reassured him. “We’ll figure it out soon enough.”

And then you guys were moving in; stealthy and precise and taking different routes.

You navigated every corner with ease; taking down the enemies in practiced silence.

But when you were knocked off of your feet and sent flying across the hallway; you were completely blind sided. You let out a pained hiss; scrambling to grab your weapon and look up. There stood a man in all black and a skull mask, his gaze dark and livid. A patch on his vest said Ghost, and you had no idea who this was, or what he was capable of. He knocked you off of your feet like you were two pounds.

”Who are you?” He growled at you, taking quick steps toward you. Before you could even speak or fire your weapon he slammed your weapon out of your hand and grabbed you by your hair, lifting you to your feet and slamming you against a wall so hard you felt like you left a damn dent in it. You were just catching your breath.

“Speak, or I’ll make you,” the man in the skull mask threatened; his tone intense. He grabbed your throat with both hands, slowly lifting you until your feet were fluttering in the air.

But his voice was familiar.

“Simon?” You managed to choke out, strangled and pained—

He looked at you with the same anger in his eyes; his grip tight on your throat.

“Who. Is. Simon?”