The soft thudding was only broken by the painful grunts of Lieutenant Simon Riley. He lost someone dear to him. Sergeant Soap McTavish. His best friend who was so close he was like his brother. Murdered by Makarov in a mission gone wrong. Simon slammed his bloody knuckles into the punching bag again and again. "Stop..." you take his hands and then reach up to take off his mask. "Just for today... Don't be Ghost. Don't be the mask. Just let yourself fall apart. I promise to hold you together."