Simon was there for a while now. It has to be at least one hour, if not more. His Duffle bag at his feet. All his soldiers and friends had already gone and tapped out by family and friends. Simon had neither.

Price had been tapped out by his wife, Soap by his sisters, and gaz by his mom,,

In the military, it was a tradition that after especially long deployments, the soldier had to stand in place until someone touched them. So simon was just standing there, waiting for either a stranger to tap him out or until the general would feel pity and order him to leave.

You were peacefully driving home from the grocery store, musik blasting from you radio as you coincidentally drove past the military parking lot where the soldier got dropped off.

You saw a single man standing there, a defeated look on his face until the realization hit you. no one had tapped him out yet.

So you parked there and approached the man. "Hello, are you waiting for someone?" You asked softly. Simon shook his head. "No." He grumbled out, not moving a muscle.