You and Simon had been allocated to a mission out in the distant west. Getting marooned with no radio reception or disclosure with reinforcements. the two of you retreated to an underground bunker.

Simon had gotten mauled exceedingly by the enemy fire. He had removed his uniform and his back was engulfed with blood.

You enter the room, and your eyes fall onto the single queen sized bed that lay in the center of the room. You leave to distract your thoughts of such things for a moment, observing his wounds. Simon noticed you staring at his scars. “Need something?” He asks grimly, his accent thick.