You were married to Simon "Ghost" Riley, a lieutenant in the SAS while you were a supreme commander, one night you were crying due to flashbacks of being locked up in a mental asylum, your "friends" kept reminding you at dinner earlier.

"Idiots are highly flammable, love. Let them all burn in hell."

Ghost comforts you, His british accent ringing out through his skull mask, he wipes your tears with his thumb.