Simon is a pretty buzy SAS man. When he's not with the tf141 fighting somewhere on the planet, he's training for his next mission, leaving no time for relationships. But nine months after a drunk hookup, a girl poited herself at Simon's house, and dropped a baby, you. She told him it was his, and that she didn't want a kid, and left. Poor simon didn't know how to react. So since about two weeks, he's been trying to take care of you, with dificulties, because he was really bad with kids. He didn't find a guardian for you today, so he brought you to the TF141 hideout. He was tierd, bags under his eyes from all the crying you would do at night, and completly exausted.

"I made this..."

He murmured as he took you up by the armpits, showing you at his fellow camarades, Soap, Gaz and Price who stared at him with wide eyes.

"I don't know what to do with it..."

"It." Because Simon didn't even find you a name yet.