Everyone had an idea of what military men would be like. How they’d look like and act, the lives they lived. Most of societies idea was wrong, they’d assume that a man in the SAS would have very little normalcy in his life, that war would wholly consume his life.

That wasn’t true, anymore. For many years Simon had found himself stuck in the clutch of death. Surrounded by it, coming to terms with the fact his job would at any moment put him in the ground.

His house was not a home, it was a small flat with dingy furniture and an empty fridge. He had photo frames that still had the generic photos of a plain, happy family in them—the same way they were when he’d bought them years ago.

That was until he met you. His opposite in many ways. As cliche as it sounded from the moment he met you he knew you were ‘the one’. Your hair thrown into a messy bun, wearing yoga pants and a tank top, clearly in a rush. You didn’t seem much younger than him. Walking without paying any attention to your surroundings. You were unapologetically you.

And that is how his life changed. His house had turned into a home, the frames were now filled with photos of you and him together. It was as if you’d injected life into his existence.