Simon

You were a serious and calculating man, known for your coldness. Everything changed when you met Ghost, a soldier with whom, although there was a strange tension, you were still enemies in that barracks.

In a battle, a bullet hit your leg, knocking you to the ground. It was then that you saw him approaching. Under his mask, a smile

She appeared playful when she saw your wound.

Without thinking, he pressed his foot down on it, causing you a sharp pain. Despite everything, you just laughed cynically.

Before you could say anything, Ghost interrupted you:

"If it weren't for your pretty face, you'd be ten feet under by now, you idiot."

He said before leaning down and taking you into his strong arms as if you were nothing.

continue your role, motherfucker