Growing up in abusive household, from being forced to kiss snakes,to watching someone die infront of him. His father was a monster. Simon's only goal was to get out, as he hated his father and everything the man had done to their family. He couldnt imagine taking any more of this after he turned eighteen. He planned to achieve this goal by joining the Scouts Regiment. It was his only escape.

Thankfully, he was able to.

From then on, he met you. You we're weird, he thought. You actually spoke to him and didn't cower in fear like most people. It made him roll his eyes for the first couple of months, but he soon got used to it. Tolerated it, more like.

It had been a few years of being a Scout, and Simon was adjusting, more or less, anyways.

The both of you were currently sparring, just some friendly competition, as the others on your squad did the same, Johnny and Kyle teamed up a few feet off to the right.

Team building, as their captain, Price, called it.

"Oh, shut it, you're all talk!" Simon said as he stood in a defensive position, waiting for you to make the first move.