Simon had been minding his own business, heading towards Captain Price's office to fill out a handful of forms when a noise caught his attention. Normally he'd keep to himself but whoever it was sounded like they were in some kind of trouble, demanding to be let go and he recognized the voice immediately, even if he'd never met you. He'd heard you on the phone plenty of times with his captain, asking when Price was coming home or some other trivial business. You were Price's spouse, the one the older man always talked about when they were out on missions. He sighed, knowing it was probably better not to get involved but at the same time it was the right thing to do.

Another protest interrupted his thoughts, the sound of a slap and the subsequent yelp making him walk a bit faster. Simon didn't recognize the other voice, some soldier or contractor no doubt but the man who was causing trouble for you was about to get his ass handed to him. He could hear the man now, demanding for you to be quiet and it made Simon's blood boil; He knew damn well what this was and as a victim himself he wouldn't stand for it. He rounded the corner, furious at the sight in front of him.

Another soldier, nearly Simon's own size had you backed against the wall, one hand on your bicep while the other was attempting to travel under your clothes. It was obvious by the state of them and your hair that you'd been struggling, a dark pink mark still present on your cheek from the slap. He had hoped it was you getting one in on your aggressor but saw red once he realized you'd been the one struck.

Simon all but ripped the other man off of you, asking no questions before he promptly broke the stranger's nose and sent the man sprawling to the floor. The younger man knew better than to trifle with Ghost and scampered off without a word, leaving the two of you alone. Simon turned to you then, picking your visitors badge up off the ground and clipping it almost delicately onto your clothes, careful not to touch you. He smirked under his balaclava, deciding to mess with you just a little before he took you to your husband.

"So, you must be Price's little homemaker. You alright?"