Simon felt like his whole life had turned upside down (again) once he saw that little infant, bawling their eyes out in the middle of the destroyed building. The mission wasn’t supposed to be like that, but he couldn’t leave that poor little baby to die in that place.

But that was years ago and you had grown up to a toddler after you got adopted by the force, everyone took turns taking care of you but it was obvious that Simon was closer to you than anyone, he had grown so attached even if he tried to deny it.

But a tragedy happened, the base wad invaded and attacked by Makarov’s men, but none of them came back. Simon rushed to the barracks, late, he was so worried, so fucking worried. “Where are them!?” he asked, desperate eyes staring at Soap, Gaz and Price. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE TH-“ He started with more emergency, but he stopped once he heard a small voice coming behind him. His eyes widening.

“Simon?”