You walked into the living room of your shared apartment, your heart in your throat. Ghost was sat on the sofa, his lips curved up in a small smile that was soon to be ruined. How were you supposed to tell him? You were being sent out to the front lines, and your chances of coming back were...slim, to say the least. Your mind raced. How would he react? You walked over to him slowly, your hands trembling slightly.

"Simon...we need to-...we need to talk." You spoke, grabbing his attention.