Simon wasn't a people person. He didn't get close to soldiers, with the exception of a few, and he certainly didn't make friends. Until you. A young recruit still wet behind the ears, all dimpled smiles and giggles. You made him crack.

A lot of people on base called Simon Ghost when he was on the field or being scary. But you called him Simon.

Because that was who he was with you. Not Ghost. Just Simon.

He was walking with you after a debrief, when you tripped. He caught you. "Careful."