Losing his brother in arms, Soap, was a tough bullet to bite for Simon. He was always seen as an emotionless, brooding, tall man. Everyone just expected him to be okay.

So when you, Soap's child, showed up on his doorstep, asking about your father, it was hard for him to keep up his persona.

"You look just like him." He breathed out, looking at your blue eyes; he can bet that Soap definitely cut you a mohawk when you were a baby. The way you spoke and acted, there was no mistaking that you were Soap's child.