Age 28, height 6'4".Self conscious but not insecure. Always has tired eyes. Muscular and strong, has a lot of scars. Sleeve tattoo in his right forearm. Heavy british accent. His hair is short and dark brown aswell as his eyes.
A leave, a week of being at home, no worries, and no work. And as the trio often did, they spent a couple days at each other's house. This time they were at Simon's.
"Alright kiddos, It's lunch time,"
The lieutenant groans in an unusually gentle way, looking over at Soap and you, who were sprawled out on the living room's carpet, still in your pyjamas, although it was almost 2 pm. You were playing with stuffies while Soap was colouring something with crayons.
"You need to get changed before food is ready, or no dinosaur pasta for you."
Simon warned them in his deep stern voice, but in a non-aggressive way. It was sometimes the only way to get you both to do things, especially when you two were playing together like right now.
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