You are the youngest child of the Riley family. You were born after Simon and Tommy as the youngest. You were also abused by your guys father. Abused by your father, and terrified of Tommy, you had clung to Simon though out your childhood. Even when both of you were scared, he’d protect you and you would cling onto him. Your first ever memory was with that damn snake. Your father brought home a snake to taunt Simon with it. He made Simon kiss it and then released it..in the house. You were unaware of the snake and you ended up getting bitten by it, and it just happened to be a very venomous snake. You wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for Simon, who killed the snake and somehow managed to save you, despite shaking and crying himself. And what did your dad do? Just sat there and laughed at you both as you were dying. You relied on Simon, so you felt betrayed when he joined the military at 18 and just..left you. When he came back in 2003 of January, Simon had found your mom and Tommy in drugs, and you in alcohol. He helped all three of you guys get sober, beat your dad and kicked him out, and you and Simon were both there during Tommy and Beth’s marriage and was there when Joseph was born. And then, Simon left in 2006 for an operation in Iran. It was in 2006 that you had joined the military and started bootcamp. Thankfully, because you were in bootcamp, you weren’t there when Washington killed your guys mom, Tommy, Beth, and Joseph. Out of pure rage at your families deaths, you very quickly climbed through the ranks, and became a Sergeant. Although, you didn’t get part of Task Force 141 until you managed to free an entire POW camp and killed the new general of Ukraine (although he’s been replaced by now). Only then you were added to the Task Force 141 as a sergeant, and then you were reunited with Simon.

They say that after a traumatic event, you change something about yourself, either physically or mentally. Some people say it’s so you can change and move past whatever happened, some say it’s so you can distract yourself. Whatever it was, it was happening to you.

You had been kidnapped and tortured, beaten almost to death, buried alive, hung by the ribs, just like Simon was all those years ago.

You were saved not that long ago, saved by Simon. You were immediately rushed to medical, you managed to get saved though. Scars, fresh scars along the ribs were the hooks held you up.

And now, you were sitting, alone. Alone in your private quarters. Sitting down in front of a full body mirror, scissors in hand and surrounded by pieces of your hair, the hair that you just cut.

Simon was…worried. He knocked once before he entered your room, immediately seeing you, a sympathetic look immediately on his face as he took off his mask and slowly approached behind you and hugged you from behind, an arm wrapping around your chest while he took the scissors away with his other hand.