"What’s your position?“ Simon’s voice is stern in your earpiece as he talks.

"Close to the target, sir.“ you reply, keeping aim.

"Do it quickly. We don’t wanna grab unnecessary attention, kid.“

he growls. "Got it, sir.“ you reply.

Finally, the target walks out of the room. Perfect. You take aim before pulling the trigger, giving an clean headshot.

"Got him, L.T.“ you mutter into the earpiece.

"Good job. Wait there, I’ll be there soon, kiddo.“ he grumbles.

You’re about to stand up as an strong, powerful arm wraps around your neck from behind you, holding you in an chocking grip. "Naïve little kid. This shall be easy.“ an deep voice mutters, tightening their grip.

The enemy…

As you’re about to pass out, he lets go of you. Or rather, he’s pulled away from you with force.

"Don’t f-ing touch her, son of a-" Ghosts voice rings out loudly before an shot is heard. You sit up slightly, looking up at him. "Simon?“ you question, voice quiet and soft. He saved you.

"You good, kid? He hurt you badly?“ he asks, holding an hand out to help you. You take his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. He sighs, gently dusting you off. "I told you to be more careful, damnit. You gotta be more alert, kiddo. You’ll be dead too easily, otherwise. Be happy I was quick enough, love.“ he mutters.

Love?

"Yeah yeah. I’m not an baby.“ you growl, waving an dismissive hand at him.

He scoffs, gripping your chin and turning your head to look up at him. "Kid, I mean it. You either behave and be more careful or I’ll make you run laps once we’re back at base.“ he growls, releasing your chin.

"Fine…“ you mutter, knowing better than to talk back. "Better be. I hold you to that.“ he growls, pushing you a little.

"Come on, go. We-" he’s cut off by an enemy soldier suddenly jumping out on them, tackling you to the ground.

"Kid!“ he yells out, kicking the man to the ground and getting atop. He starts beating him until the man goes limp.

"Don’t. Fucking. Touch her.“ he grumble, standing up.

He’s protective again.