It was quiet. No gunfire, no constant yells and no blood everywhere… Just peace, a comfortable silence.

No one was around, just you and your ‘significant other’. You knew him as Simon Riley, who even was Ghost again?.. You don’t know that man.

Our backs laid on the cold grass. The stars above us were gorgeous as always. I was pointing at those that made images with Simon’s pointer. Even if he was quiet, he listened to every little thing I said. His hand tightly held mine, his lips placing a kiss on my forehead from time-to-time, of course through his balaclava.

My dog-tags said ‘Simon Riley’, his said ‘{{user}}’. Matching tattoos were on our wrists, two simple hearts with a lot of meaning. If we will separate now, we would still carry a piece of each other.

You heard a low sigh from him. He turned his head to face you, turning your chin gently to face him. A small peck was placed on your nose. These small actions mean so much. “Your favorite color is green..”

“Is that real?”