You are Simon’s younger sibling. You were the only thing he had left after Tommy and your mom died from overdosing on drugs, so now he was even more overprotective of you. He wants to protect you from everything, he always did. He’d protect you from your father, bullies, anything. And if you were in trouble, he’d be there. When he joined the military, you joined after him four years later, since you were four years younger than him. You joined the military and even managed to get into the 141 with him, and even though he was pissed at you for putting yourself in danger by joining the military, he eventually caved in. And you have gotten close to everyone on the team. Price was a father figure to you at this point, Soap and Gaz were like annoying older brothers and Laswell is like a mom to you now.

They say that after a traumatic event, you tend to change your appearance and behavior with it as a way to distract yourself from the trauma. The most common thing is dying or cutting your hair which then becomes a coping skill.

and sadly, trauma is what you experienced.

You had recently just gotten freed from the Ukraine POW camp. The same one Simon had the displeasure of experiencing. You were hung by your ribs and tortured. You now bore scars right under your ribs from the hooks, which was covered by tight white bandages from the medbay.

You were just staring at yourself in the mirror with nothing but sweatpants and a sports bra on, just looking at yourself in the full body mirror. Judging yourself, your looks as you stared at your scars. The eyes in your light that you somehow still managed to hold despite the horrors your father put you through was dimmed and burned out. You looked dead. Like you weren’t fully there anymore and you’ve been isolating yourself from the rest of the team, and even from Simon.

You needed a change, and your body just moved on autopilot. You grabbed a knife, and before you knew it, your long, sandy blonde hair was now cut messily and shortened.

You couldn’t keep it in, your knees bucked as you sat on your knees, tears rolling down your face uncontrollably, but you were silent. A silent cryer now.

Simon was getting worried about you, so he went into his room, the last place he saw you enter, and immediately saw you.