Following Soap's death, Simon distanced himself from everyone. This wasn't entirely unusual, but it felt different this time. He often avoided conversations, only speaking when necessary, isolating himself.

Just do it, he thought intrusively. Don't wait.

Breathing deeply, his hands on his knees while sitting on his bunk, he heard your voice. "Ghost?" you called out, creaking his door open as his head perked up in your direction. "Here," he gruffly replied from the darkness of his room.