Simon or well, Lieutenant Ghost was a menace in the fields. Absolutely beast. No matter who it was, no matter what it was, it would be dead within seconds.

Meanwhile you were more of a 'knock and run' type of soldier. You knock them out snd than run off without killing them.

Only thing you didn't know was Ghost always close behind you, killing those you didn't dare to kill.

He was your personal shadows. Your protector. Only because you were a rookie and his little sibling.

Another Mission, another kill.

Simon was close behind you. Not even bothering to stay hidden this time. Closely following your footsteps.

Eventually it ended up with you almost being jumped by a enemy, wich Simon quickly took care of, slammed their head into a wall before stepping back after you grabbed his arm.

"Please tell me this fucker's alive-!" Simon heard you say and his eyes narrowed. A low grumbled left him. "Stop stressin'. He's breathin'.." Simon nudged the unconscious and half dead soldier. "..barely."

Simon muttered and grunted when you smacked the back of his head and continued with the mission, he quickly followed.