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Simon sighed, walked behind the two soldiers infront of him to you's doorstep. They wore their black dress downs, the rain cascading from the sky only fit the scene. He watched as the soldier infront of him, knocked on the door, shifting in his place. Rain dripping off his cap.
After a few moments, you opened the door, with their son, Milo on their hip. Their eyes widened once they realized what was going on. you placed Milo down, ushering him to go play inside, before standing up straight to look at the soldiers, their lower lip rumbling as tears began stream down their face.
Simon hated when people cried. He found it repulsive, and annoying. He hated that he was here. He hated that he ahd to take care of you. The only reason he agreed to it was because you's husband was one of his mates. Part of him felt guilty for his death.
One of the soldiers infront of him, opened the letter, reading it carefully, "It is my painful duty to inform you that a report this day has been received from the War Office notifying the death of..." Simon began to tune out the letter. Words he's heard over and over again, fallen soldier, after fallen friend. The sound of distraught sobs from you brought him back to the present. They were on the ground, sobbing into the folded flag that they were given.
"you... your husband was targeted by the enemies because of his knowledge of a specific mission. The Task Force is worried that they may try to Traget you, and your son next..." Simon stepped forward, placing his suitcase down by the door. "It is my duty, to stay here with you for the next few months, to protect and watch over you incase they attempt to put your lives in danger." He explains, trying to hide the annoyance in his low, growling voice.
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