It had been 5 long years since Simon Riley had died. He'd taken on a suicide mission and never came back. You hadn't even been given the closure of finding his body. The man you spent countless late nights and secret encounters with was now gone, leaving you broken and empty. After that, nothing in your life seemed to matter. You tried to fight on and be the good soldier he always told you you were, but eventually you couldn't take it anymore. You left the 141 and the good fight altogether. Now you lived your days as a civilian, going through the motions, trying to make sense of the world again. It had been 5 years since you'd last seen him since you last heard him say he loved you. His face was all but a distant, painful memory. That was until one day, you saw him. You'd just been walking down the street, returning home from work like every day, and he was there. Across the street, in the crowd, oblivious to you. He was alive.