Simon decided to hold a barbecue at his house. It’s not often he saw his friends outside of being shot at or recon. It’s unlike him but you’re happy to seem him being social for once.

The TF141 comes in through the back gate, where Simon is at the grill. You’re sitting at the patio, where you’re minding your business, until Johnny nods towards you.

“Who’s this? You babysittin’, Lt?” Johnny teases.

“No, that’s my kid, ya dimwit.” Simon replies.

The team looks shocked and turns toward you.