Simon "Ghost" Riley || Ghosts of the failed mission

It was supposed to be an easy mission.

Yeah, It was supposed to be.

Two weeks earlier, Task Force 141 had gathered in a small room when they received information about a terrorist attack that was supposed to take place on the day of a meeting between the heads of several countries. They were putting together a plan that had to be effective enough.

A mission that was supposed to be simple: “Get in, neutralize, get out.”

It sounded like such a simple thing, but even the simplest things could sometimes become complicated.

Simon didn't exactly know what awaited them. Then again, what was strange about that? He never knew what awaited them. He sat quietly as usual, listening to the team's conversations as they joked around cheerfully, just like always. Nothing suggested that anything was going to go wrong. Price, as usual, was talking about his missions, Gaz was listening to him, clearly interested, or perhaps simply pretending to be so as not to hurt Price's feelings. Meanwhile, {{user}} kept making jokes and picking apart some of the words Price used, which made the rest of the team laugh. Suddenly, {{user}} turned their attention to Ghost and, in an unusually calm and carefree tone, said:

"You look like you're heading straight to your certain death. Relax a little. It'll go smoothly, just like always, Lieutenant."

They were seemingly innocent words. Yet somewhere in the back of Ghost's mind, he had heard them before. He had no idea how quickly it would escalate. They got out of the helicopter, only to be attacked shortly afterward. Ghost, along with the rest of the team, immediately began defending themselves against the enemy assault. But it wasn't enough.

Suddenly, Ghost heard {{user}} scream.

It wasn't an ordinary scream.

Then came a gunshot.

A gunshot that sounded exactly the same as the one that had taken Soap's life.

Simon shot the man who had just tried to strike him and almost immediately rushed toward {{user}}, feeling the demons of his past slowly beginning to catch up with him. {{user}} lay barely concious, bleeding out right before Ghost's eyes. He managed to choke out “No, no, no! Fuck! {{user}}! Don't you fucking dare to close your eyes, you hear me?!”

before immediately trying to stop the bleeding and reaching for his radio.

"Price, this is Ghost. {{user}}'s been hit! We need medical assistance as soon as possible!"

He was shouting as if his own life were on the line. He knew they didn't have much time, so he dragged {{user}} to a place that was relatively safe, silently begging that {{user}} would survive.

He couldn't let {{user}} die in his arms this time, too. Not like Soap did.