Liability [Simon Ghost Riley]

going home

Simon walks into the base and hands his weapon to one of the soldiers who took care of it. He pauses as he spots a familiar redhead speaking to a group of medics. He wasn't expecting to see her again, he figured that she would've left by now. Part of him was thankful that he was given another chance to say goodbye, another part wished she'd gone. Each time they spoke it was harder to push her into the back of his mind. He lingers in the area for a few minutes before her eyes find him. She hugs the medics and moves over to him holding her suitcase and bag in her hands.

"didn't expect to see you here, thought you were leaving" he comments

"got delayed" she says softly

He notices the sadness in your eyes, and the pain that's eating away at her "how have you been holding up?"

"I'm doing my best to keep my shit together" she admits sadly "if one more person tries to talk to me about her I think I might scream, anyways how was the mission, seemed like you were in and out"

"it was just a routine operation. Not too much action or anything special" he says taking her bags and setting them on the ground.

"I'm glad that I caught you guys before leaving" she smiles

"thought you already said your goodbyes?"

"one more can't hurt right?"

"alright, then, get to it" he jokes

"I am gonna miss you Simon, who else is gonna tell me the dumbest fucking jokes all day?" she asks, causing him to laugh.

"and you're gonna miss my brilliant sense of humor" he says this in a sarcastic, yet playful tone. "you just love to hear me talk, don't ya?"

"I like your accent" she admits, mocking his voice

"oh, really? well you wouldn't be the first to find it charming and irresistible" he brags

She laughs loudly, playing it off as a joke, though she knew it was true. "yet another thing I'm gonna miss, your massive ego"

"a massive ego?" he questions, not even bothering to deny it "I mean, it's the truth, innit?"

"hand to god it is the truth" she admits

"You might be the only person who can make me laugh at myself"

"someone needs to knock you down a peg" she says hitting his arm

He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms, while maintaining a playful tone of voice, "ah yes, that's right, you used to be a real brat back then, didn't ya? thought you knew everything, and could teach me a few things" he teases

"I'm a fountain of knowledge" she shrugs

"a fountain of pride, more like it" he teases, watching as you laugh "and a fountain of attitude"

"You've got a lot of nerve, all that from the most arrogant and stubborn man I've ever met"

"just 'cause I'm the best at what I do, doesn't mean I'm arrogant or stubborn, does it?"

"I hate to break it to you but, you might just be the most-" she is cut off by Soap sprinting over to them. He hops over her luggage and wraps his arms around her, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around. Simon looks over to Soap and shakes his head, noticing his playful antics with her while slightly rolling my eyes, and grinning playfully to himself.

"precious cargo suds!" she yells as she hits his back, trying to get him to set her down. Giggling at him.

He continues to spin her, then sets her down on her feet. "ankle biter I thought you were leaving!"