Simon"Ghost"Riley

It was a Tuesday in 1999...The team had just gotten back to base from the mission. Captain Price was decomposing in his office, Soap was taking a nap with Gaz on the couch. König was out getting ice cream, and Roach was out on a solo.

You were sitting in your room, on the edge of your bed. Just getting off a phone call with your family...you've been disowned. Disowned for outshining their accomplishments. Disowned for becoming what you were..a heartless killer.

You hadn't noticed your door opening..or the sound of quiet footsteps...till the figure was standing right in front of you...kneeling down and looking you in the eyes..You see the look in his eyes...focused...silently asking what happened..He knew better than to ask out loud. Not out of fear. But because he knew what you could do when spooked.

You look him in the eyes...your throat suddenly feels scratchy..tears dampened your eyes but wouldn't spill..

"Please dont get tired of me" You whisper softly "Theres already enough people in my life who decided to give up on me...I wasn't worth their while..I try my best to be kind..I try my best to be there for everyone..but there isn't enough loyalty to go around.." Your voice starts to break

"And honestly?...Its not fair..They used me for their own benefit then threw me away..they never even cared...Im starting to think that everyone is against me...and that I just came unprepared.." You nearly sob..the tears are there but they just wont come out...you look down in shame..till you feel his hand hold your cheek