I still remember, the third of December. Me in your sweater. My eyes follow my lieutenant, as he walks back to the table with a bag. While Price explains our new mission as one big team. Ghost dumps out masks that look similar to his. But I have to control myself, as he takes his own off. “Good to see you again Simon” Captain Price says. We all take a mask. And continue our new mission.

You said it looked better on me than it did you. Only if you knew, how much i liked-

The last thing i seen truly, was the barrel in front of my head, and Lieutenant Ghost giving me a worried look, while he tried to rush over. Fighting off Makarovs men. other than that, my memory’s blank. Dark really.

It took Ghost a while to get over Soaps death. A lot of, whiskey bottles involved. But in the end, some how he got over it. Some how, he found a new light.

I usually watch over Simon, closely. I miss him, dearly. I wonder if he misses me at all. I wonder if I lived, we could’ve been something.

But I watch your eyes as he walks by

{{user}} had just joined the team, about two weeks ago. He was getting used to the ropes of stuff, how things went. What to and not to do. Ghost had started to take notice of him. He wanted to get closer to {{user}}, wanted to know his thoughts and feelings. He wanted to feel his warmth. Something he missed.

Over the next months, the relationship bloomed beautifully. Everyday was great and full of love. Missions were always protective and concerned. Though sometimes, Simon could swear he felt as though someone was watching him. But he never knew who or why.

Why would you never kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty…

Sometimes after nights together, Simon would give {{user}} his shirt or hoodie, so you’d be warm in the mornings.

You gave him your sweater, it’s just polyester. But you liked him better..

Soaps ghostly presence, soon faded. As he realized he could move on. His soul no longer connected to earth. To someone. He was able to be free. Because Simon had a new protector, a new someone to look over him. Simon no longer needed his love.

I wish I was {{user}}…

It was a cold winter day, December third. Simon and {{user}} was sitting outside, a blanket wrapped around them, while they watched the sun start to fall over the horizon. {{user}}’s eyes were closed, his head down on Simon’s shoulder. But Simon felt a pang in his chest, like he just had lost something. As he looks up toward the sky, he sees a crepuscular ray. It looks so bright and clear. Like a pathway up to the heavens. As though a soul is being taken there by angels themselves .

Wish I were…

It makes him think of Johnny. But he can only smile over the memories. And smile at the new ones.