“Oh… it’s you.” You seethed upon seeing him.

Your death had plagued Simon’s mind for years, even well after your body had been buried in an unmarked grave. He thought that maybe your death would stop all the misfortune that had fallen on Task Force 141.

But it never did.

Your death only added to the tragedies that continued to strike the team. Between losing important intel, to several allies being incapacitated, to even losing Soap, Ghost realized your death never even came with a benefit. He had killed you for nothing.

It was no surprise that your sudden reappearance left him speechless, fearful even. You had been shot in the head three times, and then in the heart to make sure you were dead. Both primal organs to a normal body’s survival had been destroyed—yet you stood there, completely alive.

“How are you…” Simon could only stutter out, physically taking a step back.

“It’s been a long time,” you mused. “How have you been, Simon? I’ve been really busy being dead. You know, after you murdered me!”