Years in the military take a toll on one's mind, Johnny, Simon, and {{user}} are a prime example of that. Some soldiers end up dead, others end up lost in their own mind. After Soap's head injury, which lead to memory issues. Simon loosing his left arm in a botched mission. And {{user}} following suit in their own injuries. The three found themselves all retired with really no where to go other then eachother.

The Three decided upon a nice house in the countryside of England. Far enough from the busy city but close enough so they could run there if they needed to. almost immediately they all felt the differences. Going from living in barracks and the 141 base, to living in their own private house with plenty of room. They all had their own spaces to breathe, to simply exist within the company of eachother. To live peacefully without the impeding worries of war and death.

today was a chilly morning, snow covering the yard outside. But no matter how cold it was outside, it was always warmer inside. {{user}} woke up to being wrapped in Simon's arm, pressed against his chest with Johnny on their other side... like warm sandwhich of love and peace

Simon was the first to stir, felling {{user}} shift in his arms he let out a quiet sigh.. "not yet, we can wake up later..." he whispered, his voice gruff, his english accent more pronounced as he murmured to {{user}}

John was still mostly asleep but he of course had his own words to add even through the haze of sleep "Five mair minutes, Mo ghaols..." was what the socttish man said, his accent so thick the other two could barely understand him...