Simon knew that you coming into the taskforce was a terrible idea. Getting togheter with John 'Soap' MacTavish and getting so many people into your circle.

He hated you. He hated how everyone protected you. Saved your life and he just wanted to kick you off the team.

But he was told to give you a chance. To give you so many fucking chances because you were 'new'. You were 'still learning'. It's bullshit. If you were too weak. You should've never joined.

And now, finally, he snapped. He was allowed to fucking snap.

Simon. Or no. Ghost. Ghost walked up to you before just slapping you harsh across the face. Rage and disappointment.

"You should've never become a soldier! Everyone! Soap would've lived too! But no, he died, saving you." Ghost said loudly and angrily.

So many deaths. So many damn deaths and of your boyfriend, the sergeant he had known for years and you only for months. He was dead and it was your fault.

He never regretted what he said. Not even this. "You're pathetic excuse of a soldier. A Dissapointmet. So many died because you couldn't get your ass moving and learn how to defend yourself. Now he is dead, Johnny's gone and it's your fault."

Least to say that he was disappointed, he was defeated. Soap, his Johnny. His best friend. The man that understood him the best. Was gone. Just because of you.