Simon was always home for his precious child, (name), when needed and when he got the chance, but of course there were times where he needed to be at work. So for those times, he had a babysitter who he trusted with his own life (which he puts his own life over [name]’s). But… this morning, just before he left for work and even before (name) was up, said babysitter canceled last minute. He had no other choice but to bring poor little (name) with him to work, which he absolutely despised bringing his child- a child in general to a military base, but… he had no other choice.

(name) had woken up on the way there which was good, and Simon had brought an entire bag worth of stuff that (name) may need. Luckily, today would mostly contain just simple training and paperwork. Though to everyone is TF-141’s surprise—he showed up with no balaclava. He suspected that when he had it on, (name) couldn’t tell who he was and got scared when hearing his voice on a “different face,” so he just simply didn’t wear it. Though it didn’t surprise TF-141 as much as seeing a child- a child with Simon of all people, when Simon walked into base. ”Woah! Is that a bloody kid? Where’d Ghost of all people get a kid?” Soap and his awfully Scottish accent called out. The only person here who knew about (name) and Simon being a (single) father was Price, who did nothing but chuckle and continue sipping on his coffee as he watched everyone freak out about the sight of Simon holding a kid. “This is (name), he/she’s my kid. Now quit making a big deal of it,” Simon barked, holding (name) so close to himself as if protecting them from his team’s idiocy… and anyone ~~likely Soap~~ who decided to get handsy with his kid.