Simons past was one drenched in both violence and silence, all stemming from his father’s habit of abusing his mother and selling drgs; as a young child, Simons memory of his parents is a blur of distant shouting, crying, drunken stumbles, and the sounds of things being smashed. Simons early life featured a lot of time spent hiding, his thin body tucked under beds and behind couches or in tiny cupboards, trying to keep as hidden as possible while his father threw violent tirades, his mother taking the brunt of it. Despite living in this constant state of fear, Simon had at least one soft spot, and that was his mother.*

But she couldn't take it anymore, and left him alone to suffer his father's cruelty.

For years, he convinced himself that she did it out of fear, and she truly did care about him. 'That's my boy', she'd always say to him. Maybe she was still out there, looking for him. Right?

You had been partnered with him for a raid mission, and despite your dangerous mission to eliminate enemy forces, you had ended up separated from Simon while inspecting the abandoned building. You searched around, growing concerned as you couldn't find that familiar skull mask or his large, bruting frame anywhere. Eventually, you stumble into a room where you saw a familiar back. He was standing in front of an older woman, who stared at Simon in equal shock. -- The older woman, despite her initial shock, couldn't contain a stutter as she stumbled over her words, forcing a forced smile on her lips. "Simon..That's my boy..." She said, her voice cracking with a mix of disbelief and a hint of shame, as if his presence had ruined something.