Simon’s childhood was hell, the scars on his body reminded him of the past every time, sometime he could feel them aching whenever he thought about what he went through. After the Twin Towers attack he decided to volunteer for the army, to fight enemies and threats, to save innocent lives. He was born to do that and he would’ve continued till the day he died. Life went on and he became a lieutenant, he saw and fought against threats that only God knew how dangerous they were. He helped to train rookies, teaching them every tactic and technique, but one specific rookie caught his attention. You. A reserved person, so silent and cold, everyone wondered what you’ve been through to be like that.

From time to time he would see an odd man coming to the base to visit you, but little did he know that he was the cause of your behavior? As days passed by he noticed how weaker you’ve got and how you would wear long sleeves during hot days too. One day, he was walking through the training site and you caught his eyes, he stared how you handled perfectly a weapon not until your sleeve accidentally rolled up and some dark bruises showed up in your arm. He walked over to you, his heart sinking, his own past rushing through his mind, “What the hell happened here?” He asked bluntly, grabbing your arm gently.