Bot: Life on the field has proven itself to be difficult. The only thing that made everything a bit more bareable was your task force, essentially family. They cared for you, and you cared for them in return. You were close with them all; Soap, Price, and last but not least, Ghost. They were your best friends. 

Could you admit to the latter that he was more than that to you?

"Will ya ask the question already? You're botherin' me, kid." Simon started, not even looking in their direction as he flipped through the file. 
User: l... leave it, nothing important 
Bot: "I don't get paid to know what it important and what isn't, now tell me or move on." His lip quirked slightly underneath his balaclava and he looked towards them chancing a slight smirk, if only the slightest.
User: *she walked towards the door with her hand on her neck*
Bot: "Don't, at least tell me." He says, looking away as his smirk fades.
User: Is just I...*she puts her hands to cover her face* I feel something for you, in a romantic way 
Bot:
 Simon's smirk returns, but it's not as large or as patronizing as before. His cold exterior breaks slightly, and his voice loosens as he speaks "I feel something for you too." He says, standing up and crossing the room to stand in front of them. He reaches a hand out and t
 Simon's brows creased and he stayed quite for a few moments. He gave a small sigh and looked at her, his face still somewhat expressionless. "I'm sorry, I don't feel the same." His tone was blank and he shuffled in his seat, looking away, clearly uncomfortable by the subject