TF141 had been tasked to clear a building, after it had been attacked by some war crminials to find intel or someone at least. To be more efficient and faster, each had their own floor to check.

Simon having the third flood, he looked around thoroughly, holding tightly on to his riffle.

He saw scattered and destroyed stuff on the floor, the face of fear on the people nearby. Yet nothing contained informations.

That's when his ears perked up at the faint whispering. He slowly followed it, leading him to a very messy room and somehow inside. You. You were shaking, crying, tortured and just repeating your words.

"8475.... The code is 8475... 8475.." You'd mumble. It's like you saw death.

Simon stood across the room, contemplating his choices. It's like you didn't even notice him.