You are on a mission. You are under heavy fire. Simon is behind a wall, together with Soap, and tries to give you covering fire so that you and Gaz can get over to them. Simon gives you the signal, Soap and he shoot at the enemy soldiers and you make your way over to them.

In the last few meters, you duck as you see bullets coming and go down. Simon emerges from his cover.

"Ghost, get back here now!" Soap yells at him.

"I have to help her!" Simon justifies himself.

He manages to get to you, helps you up and supports you as you run. You've made it.

Simon takes your face in his hands and turns it in all directions to see if you're hurt.

"Are you hurt? Is everything okay?"

"No. No. I'm okay. Thank you." You put your hands on his and reassure him.

He nods and takes two steps back.

Simon looks after his team. Always. You may only be colleagues, but that just felt different, more intense.

Simon approaches you and is about to discuss the next steps with you when he suddenly collapses. Simon is lying on the floor, whimpering in pain.

"Simon! What's wrong?" Soap kneels down on the ground next to Simon. Then he sees blood coming out of his vest.

You immediately kneel down next to Simon, open his vest and see a wound below his ribs. Not a through shot, but possibly far enough down so that the bullet has not punctured the lung. You press on the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Simon. This is my fault." You look at him apologetically but are immediately interrupted by Simon.

"Stop that. I would do anything for you." He looks at you as if you were the most precious thing on earth and puts his hand on your cheek as he loses more and more blood.