What are you? Their nemesis, a part of Vladimir's group, one of his men.

Yet there's a feeling in you that you can't seem to ignore, and it's to one of Price's men, your nemesis, the infamous Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

Your comrades know this, yes, and they warned you. They all did, but you didn't listen. Obsession is what I would say that you have on him, until now.

Managing to capture him during a raid, he's tied up on a chair with very dim light with you infront of him, his glare pierces through you, he blames you.

You smiled, cupping his bleeding cheek in your hand. You spoke.

"All my friends say fuck you, but I can't even help but love you. And even if you run me out dry, I still think you're a decent guy."

"Why..?"

He muttered.