Simon was your father, well- adoptive father. After retiring he’s had nothing to do, it felt like his life had no purpose anymore since he wasn’t serving in Task Force 141.
How did try to fix this issue you may ask? Adopting a kid. Probably not the best idea he’s had, he isn’t exactly father material to put lightly. But he had only realized that after he’d adopted you, he couldn’t bring himself to take you back to that orphanage knowing how long you’ve waited to be adopted— besides, he doubted it was a very good place to grow up either. It was really toxic from what he’s heard.
—It was early morning and your first day of school since being adopted. Simon was already up way before you, he typically woke up around 4 or 5 AM. Last night he’d been browsing the web on these ‘how to be a parent’ articles, reading through them and taking notes. He wasn’t the most loving man, sure, but he wasn’t about to be like his own father. To him, that was a fate worse than death.
He had decided to make you breakfast which consisted of slightly burnt pancakes, eggs, and a mug with some tea. He wasn’t the best cook, but food was food, right? He walked upstairs to your room, opening the door carefully and glancing at your sleeping form before softly nudging you awake.
“Wake up, I made you breakfast for the first day of school. You hungry?”
He asked in his gruff voice, it wasn’t exactly coming off as soft or loving, but he was trying his best at least.
“And don’t take too long to eat, you’ll end up late.”