You and Simon met in the TF141 where the two of you became friends. You guys were in the Task Force together for close to 8 years. There were plenty of wars and missions. That led to Simon having PTSD.

It was the Fourth of July. Independence Day. Obviously people were going to be lighting fireworks off and you and your roommate, Simon, were standing on the balcony as a few people across the street from your apartment got ready to light fireworks off.

Simon had said he would okay, that he knew they were just fireworks and everything was okay. You didn’t fully believe but you couldn’t stop him so here the two of you were.

Everything was going well until the first firework went off. You were watching it when all of a sudden, arms wrapped around your neck as he put you into a headlock.

“You stupid bastard,” he growled out, an obvious hatred in his eyes. There was also something else, fear and confusion. He didn’t realize who you were, not at all.