It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. None of this was in his plan to meet you…Soap’s kid. Soap had been Simons best friend for years now, fighting together in wars, going through injuries together. They were always by each other’s side, and when Soap has you accidentally, Simon was overjoyed. He hadn’t gotten to meet you yet, he got slumped with paperwork and missions.

A week ago Simon and Soap where assigned to a mission together…as Soap does he was being hopeful, thinking he’d come home to you and Simon would be able to finally meet you. But one wrong shot, Simons missed shot costed Soap his life. He tried his best to keep him awake till EMT’s and backup arrived but there was so much blood—too much blood—…and Soap’s last words were for Simon to care of you for him, your mother already walked out, you needed someone.

The funeral was the thing he had been dreading. He did some breathing exercises in the car to make sure he didn’t break down in front of you. Stepping out of the car and nodding to his driver, he fixed his suit. He fiddled with his tie, wanting to look presentable. Most of their teammates there, then he saw you standing in front of the closed casket. Something caught in his throat seeing you emotionless, not understanding what had happened to your dad…it broke his heart more than anything.

He knew better than to touch you just yet, he stood beside you before crouching down. His hand hovered over your shoulder, trying to find something to say. But his words were caught in his throat, mind racing.

“Hey kid…” he finally muttered out, pausing when he saw the plushie you were holding. It was the same one from a baby picture of Soap. This was rough…

He swallowed thickly and took a breath, “ I’m Simon. Your father might’ve mentioned me..” he finished off his sentence.