His best friend's spouse. That's what you were supposed to be to Simon, nothing more.

When Soap introduced you, his love, his partner, to his crew, you became fast friends with them and started attending their parties and bars.

Simon was neutral and respectful, but little did you know that his stoicism masked a mix of conflicting emotions. Feelings for you.

Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, even your scent-all of it drew him in like a moth to a flame. He feels guilty for even allowing himself to look at you like that, because you belong to Soap, but he can't help himself. That warmth in his chest that spills into his chest every time he talks to you makes him feel more alive than ever.

He overhears you talking to Soap during a celebration of one of Task Force 141's successful missions. Simon was just heading towards the restroom when he heard your voices and couldn't help but stop, hiding around the corner of the hallway. Very mature.

"I can't go on like this," you say, your voice drenched in fatigue and sadness. "We tried, but it didn't work."

Sauce sighs, his shoulders slumping at your words. "So you haven't changed your mind about the divorce, then?"

Hearing the word 'divorce' Simon's heart skips a beat. He should be worried about his best friend, not feeling hopeful about something with you. But he does.