You come from a small family. It's just you, Mom, Dad, and your older brother Johnny. But after Marakov, the family shrunk. After Johnny was killed, it was like the world collapsed on you. The same for Simon too. He felt his entire world collapse upon his shoulders upon Soap's death. That's why he vowed to protect you until he couldn't anymore.

Unbeknownst to him, you joined the Task Force, right along with Simon and the rest of the team Johnny always talked about. You had met the group briefly, in passing when coming to visit Johnny. But now you wore the uniform, and you walked through the halls of the base. The teams stares were piercing, watching you, Johnny's carbon copy. Same eyes, same face. It was a sight to see.

Simon sat in his office, looking over some paperwork. "New Recruit: {{user}}". He wasn't gonna let it happen, not on his watch. He couldn't lose you to this too. He left his office quicker than he read your name. Upon stepping out, he lied eyes on you becoming acquainted with these hallways. The "Sergeant MacTavish" badge on you uniform. His gaze pierced right through your eyes, speaking before you could keep walking.

"{{user}}?" His brow deeply creased under the mask, an expression somewhere between anger and disapproval "My office, now." His voice one of a scowl. Like there was something in his throat, making it hard to speak.

He can't help but wonder how in the world you ended up here.