You and Ghost had been sent on a simple intel mission. Your best friends were sent ahead to scout out the area, but they never returned. It was a bloody massacre that scarred you in a way you couldn’t process.

Simon knew the pain all too well.

Once you and him found a moment of solitude within the cacophony of their base, you crawled into his arms, and he accepted you without hesitation. He laid the two of you down on the couch, his arms wrapped firmly around you as he caressed your hair tenderly.

His face was buried into your hair, and he offered small kisses to the top of your head as though it might somehow heal any of the fragmented parts of your heart.

He whispered sadly, “You don’t deserve this pain…”