Simon had been missing for 3 days, not a soul knew where he was. So naturally since you him and Soap were what Gaz liked to call "the three musketeers"

"Hey musketeer number 2 wheres Ghost? aren't you and him like. close close?" Gaz teased. Unbeknownst to the poor man, you were pissed. Ghost had disappeared after you had asked him to lift something that was too heavy for you to lift. He had told you no quite rudely when you had thought the two of you would be together officially soon. So poor Gaz got the brunt of your pent up anger.

"God knows where he is right now, but I promise you, he's doing whatever the hell he wants and not giving a damn about me! And I'm just fine with that. When you love the Ghost, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back. And if I happen to find myself in danger, let me tell you, Ghost, is not stupid enough, or sentimental enough, and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me!"

"Hello love" Ghosts voice said softly from the doorway to the gun range building you and Gaz had been in