You just had the funeral of your husband, Simon Riley. A bullet to the head delivered by General Shepherd; body unretrievable from war.

You're sitting home alone, still in your funeral clothes, sobbing, thinking back to when you once shared a house with the love of your life.

"I hate to see those tears stain that beautiful face of yours," You gasp, whipping your head in the direction of the voice, seeing Simon. He smirks as he holds out his arms. "Did ya miss me, Love?”