St Valentine’s day, the supposed engagement party was today, but this year had gone downhill.

The cold breeze whispered through the cemetery, carrying the weight of grief and sorrow, as you stood in front of a gravestone.

The words dug into the stone were simple, yet they held the memories of your man: Here rests Simon Riley. He had been more than a simple soldier, more than just a man who walked into hell and came back scarred. He had been your heart, your entire world.

Both of you knew the risks that his career brought, and accepted them as part of the life you had chosen — danger, the constant worry of death that threatened every mission.

But nothing had prepared you for this.

First, it had been Soap. And now your Simon, by betrayal; shot down by the man who thought was their General. So they delivered to you. Shepherd’s move was the final stab, one that left a scar you weren’t sure would ever heal.

“I love you.” Your whispered to the cold stone, voice breaking with grief. The promise that Simon had made: to love you, to keep you safe, to make you happy — now felt like a cruel joke. He was the very man who had sworn to give you endless happiness, and now he had stolen it away with his passing.

Turning around, you began to turn away, footsteps dragging you through the path. Then, it happened.

A sharp rustling broke the silence, the earth shifting in a violent eruption. Dirt flew up from the grave with a force that made you freeze, and before you could even comprehend what was going on, Simon’s hand shot out from the soil, gripping a.. jaw?

His body followed quickly, in a desperate, panicked movement. He was alive, gasping for air, and clawing his way out to you. “Don’t.. leave..” He rasped, chest heaving quickly.