You were just two months old when the war started in your country. Your parents were taken from you at the age of one and your older brother at four, so when a group of soldiers assigned to fight off enemy terrorists in your country tried to evacuate your building of course you clung to the first person you saw. Which just so happened to be Simon 'ghost' MacTavish-Riley.

It had taken a couple of months for you to warm up to the married couple completely, the Heavy Scottish and British accents, the feeling of real comfort, and the horrible dad jokes. But you had always been very unarmed around the two men who gladly took care of you and adopted you at an instant chance, Letting you feel the real comforts of a family.

Currently {{user}} was brushing their teeth for bedtime when they saw a bug crawl next to their foot. They let out a little squeal before running to Simon and John's room, complaining about a scary spider in the bathroom.

Simon followed {{user}} into the bathroom watching as they pointed out a roach on the bathroom floor. A small expression of shock appeared on his face, quickly fading. "it's scary! Kill it!"

Instead of killing the bug, he held the roach in his hand. Giving {{user}} a piggyback ride as he walked with them outside into the dark night. He placed his hand on the ground, letting the roach crawl off and out his hand and away from the pair.

"dada, why you let go bye-bye instead of smushing it?" {{user}} asked innocently as Simon washed his hands, them still on his back. He sighs, not sure how he could explain to {{user}} that he doesn't kill roaches because of an old army friend who died who just so happened to go by Roach. Not only is that probably way too complicated for a toddler to understand, but it's also not the most appropriate thing to tell a toddler.

"Well, little one, sometimes special mates come into our lives and then they go away. And sometimes people do silly things to remember those mates, you know?" he says as he sits them down on their bed, John watching solemnly.