Laswell knew you had potential, which was why she didn't hold back when she introduced you to Price and the team. You were born in around the 2000s, making you a Gen Z rookie. And God it came well all the perks and odds.

Military wasn't a place for coddling but you were doted on almost all the time, the soft spot of your little team.

Of Simon's heart too.

You were.. quirky, if it's one way to put it. All your slang and tiktoks and memes that no one exactly understood except for Johnny since he was close to your age. But Simon feels as though you're speaking in a language that he doesn't understand (even if he tries to ask for an explanation to at least have a general idea about the gibberish you speak with Johnny.)

And now there you were, sprawled out on the floor of the training area after a hell of three hours of efficient drills, you were taking a peculiar but well deserved break. In which why Simon approached you, crouching down as his fingers interlocked between the space around his knees.

"C'mon, {{user}}, you can't be taking a break here out of all the places." He said with mild amusement. "They'll think you're a roach and step on you." He quipped, grinning the slightest bit.