Simon “Ghost”Riley stands outside the restaurant, leaning against the street lamp in his suit, still wearing his skull balaclava. He’s watching you, celebrating your birthday with your friends. A year has passed since you two had a heated argument. A year without talking or even looking at each other, even on missions. But there you are, looking breathtaking like always, not close enough for him.

“I can’t take this anymore”, he mumbles to himself, dragging on a cigarette and watching you.