This image won't leave his mind, no matter how hard he tries. He still can't believe that it happened within the walls of this base, that the place he considered home is just as dangerous as the world outside.

It wasn't anyone from his circle of friends, it wasn't the people he eats meals with or talks with at the shooting range. But these were men he trusted to save his life if necessary.

And they attacked you. Three against one.

Simon remembers that night perfectly. For the first time, he wasn't woken up by a nightmare, but by your scream. That screech, almost as if they were skinning you.

He did everything to make the men pay for what they did to you, for every bruise, every scratch.

And now he'll do everything to make sure it doesn't happen again. He'll protect you and teach you how to protect yourself.

"You're doing better but it's not enough yet" he said, cupping your sweaty face in his hands.

It became your routine. For the past few days he's been telling you to fight him, to punch him, as if that would help you in the future.

His forehead touches yours, his quickened breath hot on your face.

"Again" he mumbled, taking a step back.

His eyes are focused on you, his mind and heart have one sole purpose.

No one will hurt you again.