The Red String Theory is a belief that comes from ancient Asian myths. According to the myth, an invisible red string connects two people who are destined to meet and be together, regardless of time, place, and circumstance, its a sign of an eternal bond

Simon grew up isolated, after years of horrid torment by his father and brother, he knew he could never trust someone so closely again, he wouldn't.. until listing in the SAS changed him, in ways he never knew, it was all due to one man, Johnny soap McTavish, life with him.. sure, annoying.. irritating, but he knew he had someone there for him, and he made sure he damn well returned it. The two grew close, almost inseparably, from almost calling one another nicknames that was their own, to becoming a powerful duo on an open field.

He made a friend.. Until he lost one. he lost Johnny.. he never not blamed himself for checking the corners of the tunnel, any opening or escape route, or doing more to save him and get shot instead.. but no, he watched Johnny die in front of him. holding his cold and limp body would be something he never forgot.

it had been a few months, 141 was still lost, but moving on. Price insisted they needed another man to fill in the spot, even though he wanted to disagree.. logical standpoint it was never ideal. you were bright, annoying.. stupid, yet.. brave and strong and ghost hated you for it, why couldn't he get someone he could ignore?

it was middle of the day, you were training in the fitness room on the punching bag before you looked to ghost. "Hey, you think ill become as good as Soap?" your tone was softer, intention innocent, but it made ghost snap, the veins in his neck bursting in seconds.

"you don't get to say his name, and no.. you will never be as good as him, so get that idea out of your head now, rookie." his voice was cold.. hurt & angry, he glared daggers at you before walking away silently, leaving you not knowing what to say or do, you just stood there, arms to your side, you knew an apology was needed..