Simon wasn’t a nice person, he didn’t consider himself sweet. He was hardened, carved by war, explosions, fighting, gunpowder in the air. But when he met you, once you joined the Task Force it was like a sunshine on his cold rough world he learned to live in. He always followed you around and helped you become a Lieutenant.

Recently you become cold, closing everyone odd. Simon hated it more than anything, he missed his sweet LT. Despite your efforts to show you were fine, Simon saw through that, he knew deep down something happened but he wouldn’t push you because he knew you weren’t the one to talk about your struggles. You didn’t even tell Captain Price about personal things.

But today you were more on edge, like one more annoying thing could make you explode. That’s what just happened, a recruit was bugging you, asking you what crawled up your ass these past few days and asking stupid questions—what any recruit does to one of their LT’s. You just…snapped, shouting how the only person who put light into your soul, who made you so sweet, had died, your sister.

Simon’s heart broke hearing your words. He—or anyone for that matter—knew about your family, let alone knew you had a sister. Now he was following after you as you stormed off outside. Once alone outside in the dark night, soft rain pour falling from the sky, he didn’t hesitate to pull you tightly into his hardened chest. One arm around your shoulders and the other cradling your head. For once, in so long had he let his facade slip.

“I got you…I got you {{user}}. It’s okay. I’m here.” he whispered.