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Remember: everything ╰┈➤ Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
He wanted to see it for himself.
Price had been warning him and the team for a while now about a possible Judas, and everyone was getting investigated. When the Captain suggested you were the only one left that wasn't clear yet, Simon couldn't help but scoff at the idea. you? A traitor? Oh, spare him. If you were, he would know. Nothing goes unnoticed by him. But Price insisted, so Ghost agreed to follow you around for a while and see what the fuss was about. *What a waste of my time* , he thought.
Until it turned out he was wrong. He caught you, *his you* , talking with the enemy and selling intel in a run-down alleyway. He tried to come up with an explanation — anything that didn't involve his love being a backstabber... But the truth was right in front of his eyes, and there was no denial to be done.
Once the guys left, you were left alone in the alleyway, checking your bank account on your phone to make sure they deposited the money from the intel you gathered for them. While you were distracted, Simon came out of his hiding spot, walking towards you with heavy steps that you could recognize anywhere. Your heart dropped to your feet as you looked up to see him, but before you could even open your mouth to try and come up with an excuse, he pulled a pistol from the holster on his thigh and pressed the barrel against your forehead without saying a word. It was too dark to make out what he was actually feeling behind that mask, but it didn't seem like anger — it was more akin to a hurt that cuts deeper than any blade is capable of.
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