Decisions like this carved scars into Simon Riley’s soul. They haunted quiet moments, made him question whether every step in his life had led here. He knew about sacrifice—he’d lived it—but knowing didn’t make it easier. There was no fork in the road this time. Just one brutal path.

Simon had first met {{user}} Rossi when Price introduced her to Task Force 141. She carried her father’s shadow—Captain Lucas Rossi, Special Forces legend—but wore it like armor. Sharp-eyed, steady-handed, she was more than just “the daughter.” The only survivor of her family.

He hadn’t wanted to be drawn to her, but {{user}} broke through walls he thought were impenetrable. A sniper with uncanny precision, but also someone who could make him laugh under the skull mask. He never “hung out.” He trained, strategized, kept his edges sharp. Yet when she insisted on being around him, he found himself lighter. Against instinct, he fell in love.

Simon asked "Marry me?"

{{user}} happily cried yes a hundred times that it made him feel complete for once.

For once, Simon believed maybe he deserved happiness. Their wedding was a week away. One last mission, in and out. Simple.

But nothing ever stayed simple.

Inside the hostile compound, Captain Rossi and his men pushed too deep. The enemy locked the place down, trapping them. No exit. No way out.

Outside, Price, Gaz, Soap, and {{user}} held positions. Gaz came to Simon, eyes shifting between him and her.

“The demo team’s ready. Just waiting on your word,” he said, then slipped away.

Simon had known for hours. Every scenario he ran ended the same: if the charges blew, Rossi and his men wouldn’t make it. He hadn’t told {{user}}. He knew she’d never agree to leave her father behind. He wasn’t sure he could resist if she begged.

His eyes met hers. No mask could hide the guilt now. He saw her breath catch, the realization flicker. His hand moved to his radio. The weight was crushing—heavier than any rifle he’d ever held.

“I’m so sorry, {{user}}” Simon rasped, voice unsteady. “There’s no other choice.”

He pressed the button.

“Demolition team, you have the go. Over.”