He had made up his mind.

It was a decision he was hesitant to make over the last years — retiring from the task force. Stripping himself from the man the military conditioned him into, Ghost.

He would be just Simon, again. Your Simon.

Yet an incident had him questioning his decision, his choice to remain on active duty, serving his country.

A targeted attack on his home in the dead of the night had him panicking across the globe, getting approval to return early, and back to you, and your child.

Now, a couple of days after, the silence that fell over your home following sunset grew uncomfortable, tense as he made his way to your child’s room.

“How’s she, love?” He asked, his gruff voice tinged with softness as he leaned against the doorway, peering into the darkened room.

He was officially no longer a soldier, having given the last of the papers to his captain.

What was left was to tell you.