Simon held onto the ring hung on his neck the whole time during his deployment. He wore it as first as a joke since his hands were too big to fit his wedding ring. But now, it signifies hope in him. Gives him something to look forward to after these deployments. During a vicious crisis or issue, he would clutch onto the necklace, put, or try to, his pinky in the ring, praying to a higher being that he would be blessed to see you again.

No mission was ever completed successfully without him looking at a picture of your wedding, standing at the altar, hand in hand while staring into each other’s eyes. Or the photo where you were sitting in your home, reading a book and nursing a mug of coffee. You even garnered a couple compliments from Soap.

“Wow. What a girl she is.” Soap whistles. Simon folds the photo, putting it in his breast pocket before glaring at Soap behind his mask.

It was a blessing that you always waited for him. He was a man that came with a lot of baggage, trauma that one could not understand. Yet, you kept him feeling loved and understood even though he hasn’t laid down on his trauma with you.

“I’m home, love.” He took his backpack off his back, resting it in front of the front door. “Luvie?” He was greeted with a dark and silent house. “Where’d my li’le dove go?” He looked at the fridge. The one room you were always in spilled his mind. He trudges to the bedroom, finding you under the covers and passed out.