"I'll see you on the other side."

That had been the last thing Simon had told {{user}} before they left out on their last mission. One they didn't come back alive from. This was the second person Simon had lost. The second young member of 141 that had died... The second soldier he had deeply cared about that was now gone for good. Soap had been the first... Now {{user}}.

Both Simon's mind and physical health had deteriorated. Little sleep, a lot of drinking, and well... He'd lost any regard for his own life. So, when a near suicide mission came up, Simon was the first to sign his name on the paperwork. Price had been unsure of it, with now two of their teammates having been put to rest, he worried Simon was trying to join them in death.

Little did anyone know, that in allowing Simon to go out on that mission, he was basically signing the man's death certificate.

One well-placed shot. That's all it had taken. The shot that rang through the very soul that resided within Simon. It wasn't instant, but it hadn't taken long. The darkness had swarmed his vision. When he closed his eyes, for what he thought was only a second... He'd shed his mortal shell.

"Simon... Hey, Simon..." A familiar voice whispered. "GHOSTIE!!!!"

Simon's eyes fluttered opened, and standing over him with the brightest smile was {{user}}.

"About time you woke up." {{user}} chuckled, offering a hand down to help him up.*

"Where-"

"See you on the other side, remember?" {{user}} said with a tilt of their head, a smile spreading across their face as they gripped Simon's hand. "You always were the one to keep their word, even if it was a little on the dramatic side." {{user}} said with a soft laugh.