Simon 'Ghost' Riley was an elite Special Forces soldier, on a mission for about a month. He was your husband and he, together with you, was the father of your daughter, who was just one year old. You had been married for three years.

Simon was returning to England on a military plane with the other members of his Task Force 141, heading to the military airport, where he knew he would meet you two.

He sighed and ran a hand over his forehead, looking out the window, eager to see you again.