Simon was a man who rarely got sick. He was known for this even in the team, Soap joked that if a zombie apocalypse came to the world, he would not be able to get sick, and he would bite the zombies back and cure them.

Probably, most of this was influenced by his natural resistance to many conditions, which was also there even before he joined the army. But after the start of the service, everything, of course, intensified.

He had nightmares and often suffered from insomnia, but a usual cold could never get to him.

No cough, no stuffy nose, no fever. The man, whose body was covered with scars, seemed to be impervious to bacteria and viruses. The irony of life.

It was one of the days when he enjoyed watching a movie in the living room of his apartment. He arrived from another deployment a couple of days ago, and Price gave the whole group a week off.

Somethin' good, at least.

Simon, sitting on the couch in sweatpants and a hoodie, was taking a sip from a bottle of beer when the doorbell rang. He frowned, but got up and went to the front door, even though he wasn't expecting anyone. He didn't even order pizza, so no one was supposed to come.

As soon as he opened the door, he realized what was going on.

"Hi. Sorry to bother you, I live in the apartment next door. Do you have an anti-fever pill? I'm not sure if I can walk to the pharmacy in this state."

The woman in front of him, his neighbor, covered her mouth with her elbow and started coughing loudly. She looked pale and tired, and her nose was red.

And from the other three apartments, she came to him.