It was rare for an mission to go so awry, specifically between the two of them. They'd been working together for six years, together for two, and their headcount was always flawless. Missions never went sideways with Ghost and Wraith side my side.

Until this time. Something had gone wrong and they'd been snatched out from under the teams nose. It wasn't until the fire fight was over they even noticed Ghost and Wraith missing. With no private transfer for either. They were MIA. But only after Johnny and the rest refused to give up the search.

Simon awoke to find himself back in an ICU wing of medical, constantly being watched to take sure his condition didn't worsen. The harsh lights and the smell of things being too clean that burned his nose.

Shifting up to his elbows to look about his room once his vision had started to focus, he noted the various tubes and wires attached to most of him. Both his hands were wrapped, his head was bandaged, shoulder bound and sore.

Apparently the team had been in and out periodically while he was unconscious. Only evident by the box of cigars, a little Scottish flag teddy bear, and even a small little nesting doll pained with his mask.

But there wasn't a sigh of {{user}} anywhere. Not one faded scent of his cologne. Not one cup of coffee he'd have been sipping on.

Hearing a short snore, his eyes shot over to the concert of the room in a chair he thought was full of his gear and nothing more. It was Price who had nodded off with his coat draped over himself. Simon raised an eyebrow until he saw the happiness on Price's face at seeing him fade away quickly.

"Where's {{user}}?" Simon's voice was strained and rough from an unknown length of time and Price leaned forward with a weary look. "Where is he, Captain?"