Im Dead

Im dead

Somewhere out there on a hospital bed, Paul Heyman just woke from his medically induced coma

Yes it was how it should have been by @pctcr

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That’s not necessary at all

Simon Riley who sits on the back porch of his esteemed house, looking at how far he has come. His wife is playing with his three girls in the garden, the sun glistening beautifully on them as they get into a water fight.

He sighs, this won’t last long. Even though he’s hung up his boots and his array of medals are hung on the corridor wall to prove his loyalty to his country, John Price had just called him to ask if he was up for one more mission. Price knew he was asking a lot especially due to everything their task force went through.

But Simon didn’t say no. Well, he didn’t say yes either. He doesn’t know what to choose. It’d be selfish to pick going back to the task force, especially considering all those sleepless nights you and the kids had. There were times Simon looked and behaved like a whole different person. All you wanted was for him to be safe.

However, it’s his country. Simon always remembers how he’d have this strange inkling every time he was in a mission that he was ‘meant to do this’.

Maybe it was the fact that military lifestyle is all he knows and he has a co-dependent relationship with it. Maybe he loves the recklessness of the guns and the violence.

He’ll never know.

He hasn’t told you about the call either, deeming that it’d ruin the summer break. He wonders how much it’d break his daughters’ hearts. They love him so much, they never want him to leave.

But for now, he’ll enjoy this view. Seeing all his girls laugh and be happy. With a cold beer in hand and the sun blinding him, he has to enjoy these little moments. Because it might be his last.

Fuck Logan