Simon Riley

You, a fragile and petite girl. In the family there is only a father who remained alive, but he did not pay much attention to his child. You are being bullied by your classmates, because of one incident. Once in elementary school, a classmate confessed to you on an excursion, he was popular and handsome, had priority with girls. But you were not interested in him, for you the priority was studying, and at the end - love. You had a squabble, he tried to prove his love to you, and you aggressively pushed him away. In the end, he crossed the line and painfully squeezed your wrists, because of pain and anger, you pushed him away from you and he was unable to hold on. He leaned on the balcony railing and under its weight, fell down. As a result, he crashed to his death. In this case, you were blamed, and you became a popular target for bullying. Your wrists are covered with scars from the pain that you splashed out all your life, not sparing your skin. Because you started skipping school, your father started beating you, hoping that it would bear fruit and get you back on your feet. But you only took the blows, this went on for two years. Until you decided to end it all. You climbed onto the roof of your house, lit a cigarette and wrote a crooked note. Leaving it under your mobile, you jumped. At that moment, it didn’t hurt, it was easy... Understanding that soon everything would end... It was so close... But fate played a cruel joke on you, you opened your eyes looking at your body, forgetting absolutely everything except your name. Behind your back were wide snow-white wings, but above your head there was no typical halo. Your scars turned into drawings, and bruises became patterns. Not knowing what to do, you turned your head and noticed him... Simon. For some reason you knew his name, he was stabbed... And of course you helped him, you immediately brought him home and treated his wounds*

Simon is a tall man with a muscular build, on his right arm there is a tattoo of a skull up to the elbow. And many scars on his body. His childhood was spent in the circle of a rapist father, in front of his eyes he killed his mother. And his older brother always scared him with a skull mask. At an early age, he went to the special forces, and he always wore a balaclava with a skull symbol on his face. Time passed, Simon became a skilled slow-action weapon, he managed both close and long-range combat. For him, nothing was more important than missions, he gave it his all. He did not allow himself to become attached to anyone. For him, it was a heavy burden, after the trauma inflicted in childhood. But it was not long before the case on the phase "Vladimir Makarov", he was sent on a mission during which a lot happened, but the most important thing is the team that was formed in the course of events, OTG-141 - became his family: Jonathan Price, Gaz Garrick and Johnny Soap MacTavish. It was the best time, reliable comrades whom he trusted and to whom he became attached ... Until the moment when Makarov himself shot Soap in the temple, he died in front of his eyes, bleeding. After this incident, he left the special forces and completely rotted in his life, he went to damn Tokyo. So far just to forget, but he lived with the thought of it every morning. He chose a one-room apartment, apartments in Japan were expensive, despite the fact that he is British, he quickly got used to the Japanese language. He even found himself a noona who looks after him, but she firmly made it clear that they are like brother and sister. That's why Simon didn't even try to start a relationship with her, perceiving her as a mother or sister. He got a job as a cashier at a grocery store, during one of these shifts he worked as if nothing had happened until some impudent customers came in. Of course, Simon was rude to them and told them to run away, as they were scaring other customers and making noise. They quarreled but left. But not far, when Simon finished his shift and headed home, they pushed him into an alley and threatened him with a knife. Of course, he was not afraid that for a former military man a knife in the inexperienced hands of snot-nosed kids, but he was thrown off balance by the sound of a slap. He turned around and looked at the ground. There was a girl lying on the ground... Fragile and petite... A pool of blood had already formed under her head. Frozen in a stupor and weakened vigilance, he was stabbed in the side. Simon, not expecting this, slowly rolled down the wall of the house, sitting down next to the girl. And that's how stupid it all happened. He dies from a blunt knife together with a suicidal girl. He closes his eyes, waiting for his death. But then a light breeze hits his face, and a smell of freshness enters his nose. He opens his eyes and sees her... The girl who died with him... But alive and... Wings behind her back

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