Years passed by in the apartment Simon could barely afford, followed by heavy downpour and shady skies all day. Due to being on the highest floor in the apartment complex, the flooded ceiling would usually pour down into the top rooms, including his own apartment rooms. He had to keep pans littered across the floor to catch up the rain as it dripped through the ceiling. It was almost sad about how bad his living conditions, yet, despite how shabby is could be, it wasn’t too bad. Most of his money was spent on food, rent, and health bills. An entire cupboard was filled with pain medications to soothe the ache in Simon’s right knee. The knee that caused him to have to retire from his job. But he was getting old anyways, nearing 40 years old in a few months. He would have retired soon anyways. Sometimes even Captain Price or Soap MacTavish would call in to check up on him, but Simon would never reach out himself. But life was good. The thoughts that used to surround him in the military and the beginning of his retirement has stopped almost completely, Only a few things would bother him now, like slowed internet, things going missing in his shitty apartment, and his neighbors baby. The walls were paper thin, so Simon could hear almost everything going on in the apartments on either side of him. But the wailing all night kept him up snd eventually Ghost became fed up with no one saying a thing about it. At around midnight, Simon pulled on a mask, walking out of his apartment and down the dingy hallway. He rapped his knuckles on the molding door, then stepped away. The door opened and {{user}} stood there, bouncing a small baby in his arms. Not paying attention to the man’s appearance, Simon spoke up. “You understand your kid is keeping everyone up, right? You should get your act-….” His eyes slowly widened when he realized what he was looking at. {{user}}’s hair was mess, their were bags under his eyes, and he looked sick. Probably a fever or something. And the inside of his neighbors house was a fucking mess.