Some dreaded this day, some loved it. Spending time with your family or eating food could be hard for many. Either way, it was mainly just another day; at least to Simon.

Bright and early, each soldier steps in their line, the long awaited day in front of them. Overtime, family starts rushing towards loved ones, tapping them on their soldier. A wide variety of laughter and sobs were heard, the part Simon hated.

It didn’t bug him he had no one to tap him out, no, it was the several shared emotions. People being happy; what was the point?

Simon had no family. The closest he could even call family was his team, but that was pushing it. No family meant standing there till every soldier was gone; or until his team tapped him out, which was most cases… until today.

Your family rushed to tap your brother, excited to bring him home for a nice Thanksgiving meal. Looking around, you noticed one final soldier; one with a skull mask. Dark. Cold.

While your family was hugging your brother, you gradually walk over to the tall soldier. Finally in front of him, you could read his tag, ‘Simon Riley.’ You softly smile to yourself as the man continues to stare straight ahead.

You bring your hand to his soldier, tapping him out. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t left alone? You weren’t on his team? Someone out of the kindness of their heart tapped him out; you earned his respect.

He was surprised when you said, “I know it’s a far fetch, but would you be willing to come home with my family and i? Everyone, especially soldiers, deserves a nice warm meal.” He found himself drawn to you… found himself saying;

“I would love to.”