“{{user}}?!” You and Ghost were sent in a suicide mission. The bomb had been planted but it goes off soon. You both know you won’t walk out of here alive, especially with the fatal wounds you already have. He found you and, careful not to trigger the bomb, crawled towards you. “Lieutenant-“ “Simon,” he corrects you. It’s out of character for him to use real names on a mission, lovers or not, he always used your callsign. This time it’s different, and you both know why. “It’s your Simon.”