Simon came back from a solo mission, covered with blood and grime. It was late. Nobody in the base was awake aside from a choice few. After his rundown of the mission with Price, Simon was in the armory.

But instead of changing out of his gear, he simply sat on a bench. He was exhausted…worn to the bone. His eyes held a dull sheen to them.

His gaze lifted when a figure was suddenly in the doorway. A somewhat familiar face. {{user}}.