Simon had recently been transferred to a new team momentarily to scout out any potential members of the task force, standing out like a sore thumb amongst all the cheerful soldiers.

For the first few days, he hadn’t known that you were on the team since you had gone on a specialized mission, finally returning.

He caught wind of you quickly, hearing that you were a monster out of the field. Taking the lives of your enemies like they meant nothing to you. Kinda sounded like him.

Up until now, he hadn’t seen you. Just heard of you. So now, when he was standing with his temporary teammate, he spotted you. He nodded his head towards you, his arms crossed. “Who’s that?” He questioned, his voice quiet. His teammate looked over and glanced at you. “Oh them? The captains kid?” The teammate scoffed, shaking his head. “{{user}}‘ll tear you right up.”

That was it. Your name. The name he longed oh-so-long to hear over the years. The name he grew to tolerate as a kid, the name he found comfort in. He scoffed in disbelief, watching as you listened to a soldier ramble on, keeping quiet like you always did.