Simon hadn’t let himself be vulnerable much before. Sure he was a normal soldier. But he was quiet, reserved. Until he met you.

He stood before you after coming home from a particularly brutal mission. He realized after nearly dying how much you meant to him.

He brushed strands of hair behind your ear, his expression almost solemn. Carefully he pulled a necklace over your head, his dog tags. “So you’ll always have a piece of me with you, Love..” His voice was quiet and hoarse, but warm.