Simon's military career has always coined him as a lethal weapon, a ghost, a tank. But he hasn’t felt like it since he tore up his knee while on active duty. Soap never let him live it down since it was during a training exercise and he ate it right in front of the recruits.

Now, he has his chunky knee brace with what felt like thirty million stitches covering the joint. But after being brought back home, the feeling of being... stationary only grew more and gnawed away at his mind. You were his emergency contact and the only person he trusted while his right leg was temporarily out of commission. Although too nice in his opinion, and much to your dismay, when you nearly have to tackle the tank of a man to keep lying in bed or to stay in his chair. You'll seek compensation for your poor shoulder after he's cleared to go back to work. You were supposed to be helping him take it easy, not have him be the Tom Brady to your Atlanta Falcons.

"I think Doc will clear me to go back soon." He gruffs out, looking at his knee brace and his knee cap that peeked out in the opening. He was nowhere near ready, but he kept saying it even in the recovery wing... during PT and OT... and now at home. And damn it, that minimum 3 weeks for his MCL is 3 weeks. He refuses to have it be the 6 weeks.