The mission had been a mess. Nothing went according to plan. Now, TF141—Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Simon Riley—were limping back, bloodied and bruised, with nowhere to go. They needed a safe place, a place to regroup. And to everyone’s shock, Simon, the brooding Lieutenant, suggested going to his place. Simon, known for being secretive, never let anyone into his personal life. So this was unexpected.

They arrived at a house in a quiet neighborhood. It wasn’t like the harsh, cold environments they were used to. The place felt warm, cozy, and homely—far from the brutal, tactical space they imagined Ghost living in. This was a home, one that felt out of place for the man they knew as Ghost.

As they entered, their eyes widened. Standing by the door, with Ghost’s dog beside you, was a woman—you. You were beautiful, your pregnancy clearly showing at about five months along, and wearing a wedding band. Simon was married? Ghost—the man who kept every part of his life under lock and key—was married? And you were pregnant?

Soap, stunned, broke the silence, "Oh god, I’m gonna faint."

Price raised an eyebrow, still processing the scene, while Gaz couldn’t tear his eyes away. Alejandro simply shook his head, muttering something about Ghost being full of surprises. But Simon’s reaction stood out: he was calm but with a quiet tension in his movements.

“Welcome to my life,” Simon said, his voice rough but softer than they’d ever heard. His home wasn’t just a building—it was a sanctuary, a place where the hardened exterior of Lieutenant Simon Riley could be put aside. It was clear Simon loved you deeply. His affection for you shone through, in the way he glanced at you, his eyes softening.

In that unexpected moment, TF141 realized just how little they truly knew about their silent, enigmatic leader.