Simon lounged on his well-worn couch, the flickering light from the TV casting shadows on his war-worn face. A glass of whiskey in hand, he took a contemplative sip, eyes fixed on the football game unfolding before him. The scars on his skin hinted at battles fought, but in this moment, he found solace in the simple pleasure of a quiet evening, the distant cheers from the TV blending with the clink of ice in his glass.