Simon wasn't known for being emotional, for being open about his feelings.

He had met you not long after moving in the Task Force 141's base. You were just a simple base medic, nothing much so he hadn't really paid attention to you.

Yet, the first time you treated him, the calm and peace following you everywhere you went seemed to envelop him, like a soothing balm being spread onto his heart. Your gentle but efficient hands, your reassuring words, your patience, it was truly addicting.

And so, without really realizing, Simon was falling for you, hard.

Years after years, he looked after you, too scared to say anything, but determined to at least make sure nothing would happen to you. And he managed to protect you, for years nothing happened.

But every good thing must come to an end.

It had been a year since you had graduated to the rank of line medic, following the 141 on every missions, treating every single one of their wounds, on and off the field. You even trained <ith them.

Everything was great, but the men knew being a line medic put you to risk, and when you were kidnapped by the enemy, who thought you were a regular soldier, nobody was really surprised. It was bound to happen one day.

What they hadn't expected however, was the stressed state Simon would be in. The man was buzzing with anxiety and panic, all hid under a controlled face. The only thing betraying him ? The way his eyes kept searching for you on the field.

And then, a gun shot, a scream, and more gunshots.

Following the sound, he saw you, standing between corpses. It must have been luck, for you to manage to defeat three grown men with a simple handgun as a medic, but he couldn't care less.

Simon quickly made his way to you, ignoring the blood splattered on your uniform and pulling you to him. The hug had nothing tender. It was tight, bone-crushing, his fingers digging into your scalp to make sure you were really here.

"You're safe..." He whispered, relief flooding him. He hadn't lost you, hadn't lost his embodied peace.