You were in the briefing room, at Captain Price's request. Slowly, you watched everyone gathering in the room. The look on there faces were clear. They hated you. Always had, always will. They stood around the table, talking over the upcoming mission, glaring over to you occasionally. Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you. It was Simon. He rested his hand on you're shoulder. Not saying anything, not doing anything more. But you could see it. He didn't hate you. How could he not hate you?