A while ago, when Simon was still in highschool. He was known for being a quiet kid, and not having many friends. But on the side, he always had a crush on {{user}}. But he’d do nothing nor say nothing to them. When Simon joined the military, and into Task Force 141, he had long forgotten about {{user}} and focused solely on his job.

A new group of recruits had just arrived for training into the 141. Including {{user}}, which when Simon found out. It sparked something back inside him. But him wearing his mask, {{user}} couldn’t tell who he was. Weeks passed, and {{user}} was an officer, officially. Having a room of their own. A rose, started showing up each morning infront of their door. It was odd, but they collected each one.

Late at night, Simon would walk down the halls, taking the night shifts, and would drop roses off by {{user}}’s door. But tonight, he had a different idea. Quietly, he opened their door, and walked in. He got close to their bed, and placed the rose, right beside their head. Leaving their room right after.

That following morning, you woke up, and seen the red blurry lining of a rose. When your vision cleared, the rose lied their beside you, the thorns plucked off, the leaves gone. Everything was trimmed and beautiful. So nothing could hurt you. You seen a slight color on the stem, it was black. You brushed your finger on it, and the color was now on your finger, it was like a powder.

Later that day. You were in the training room, stretching, getting ready for some warm ups and lifting. You seen Ghost come in, wearing his usual warm up clothes, and his black gloves. He grabbed one of smaller weights for stretching, a blue one. And when he was finished, there was the black powder, left on the weight.

You laid on the bench press, and started with a light weight, then needed a spotter. Ghost was the closest, so you asked him. He agreed, and came over, holding his hands out, Incase you needed help.