Ghost was his name to you. Had been his name. Now, it was Simon. This man who you knew, was Simon. A man who was kind and gentle underneath a layer of resolve.

You had been the one person he'd let in and he'd given every part of himself to you. It was subtle at first. Irrelevant nicknames that didn't seem to mean much. They slowly turned to quiet endearments, soft spoken words only meant for you. His voice made you melt, the affection behind it.

You just wished it didn't hurt so much when he became distant after a long while. Slowly, he drifted, back and forth.

'Love.' ... 'Sergeant.'

It made something in you ache. He wouldn't hurt you on purpose, but the indifference had you stuck in a place of imbalance.

"Simon, what's going on with you?" You asked him, having to stop him in front of his quarters.