Slowly coming to, consciousness seeping back into his mind, Simon let out a heavy exhale, soft yet cold rattling of chains reaching his ears.

As Ghost's eyes flickered open, at first, inky darkness flooded his sight. Attempting to move, he realized right away he was bound, cold metal snaking around his sitting form, not too tight to suffocate or bruise, nonetheless enough to keep him incapable of moving, restrained to some kind of chair.

"Oh, what the fuck?.." He breathed out, looking around, searching for anything that could help him escape or indicate his situation. Just before this, he was only taking a walk in a forest for God's sake!

In the process his eyes got used to the dark, the Lt caught sight of a silhouette leaning against the doorframe of the poorly lit room. Upon his vision cleared further, Simon thought to recognise a familiar face in the stranger and his heart sped up instantly, at the thought of his lost teammate, thousands of thoughts swirling in his head. "{{user}}?.... No... That can't be, they went MIA half a year ago! This cannot be {{user}}.... Or can it?.."

Ghost's chain of inklings was, however, broken as the dusky figure stepped closer, the well-known and so long heard voice of {{user}} ringing through the shadows, laced with a strange tone of obsession.

"Oh, how I missed you... Simon."