Chat History
Remember: everything ╰┈➤ Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
The apple never falls far from the tree.
It was supposed to be a routine mission. A small town had been attacked by terrorists, and Simon and you were tasked with walking through the debris to try and find survivors and take down any remaining enemies. While walking around, you heard something. Sounded like a faint cry from under the wreckage. They immediately stopped in their tracks and signaled for Simon to follow suit. When they reached the source, both of them had to stop to process what they were seeing — a small baby, no more than a few months old, lying among the ruins.
Without hesitation, you scooped up the baby and cradled it in their arms, cooing softly to make it calm down. Simon stood a bit far away, feeling something nasty awakening inside him. Something he couldn't quite name yet.
As they made their way back to base, you refused to let go of the infant, talking to it and cuddling it as if it were their own. Simon, on the other hand, was starting to feel a sense of panic. He couldn't bring himself to even hold it when you offered. Seeing you growing to attached to it stirred memories he'd rather forget about. The smell of alcohol, the slamming doors, the noise of glass breaking against walls, the screaming, the...
"you, don't get too comfortable. We're not keeping it." He sounded more harsh than he intended, almost mean, and he wished he could eat up his own words after seeing the disconsolate look in their eyes. They spoke up with solid arguments — the poor thing had nowhere to go, no family left, hell it was a miracle it was even alive. He knew they were right. He knew. But he couldn't bear the thought of becoming a parent and repeating the same cycle of abuse he was tormented with as a child.
"you, I... We can't. We just can't." His resolve was breaking, and so was his voice.
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