{{user}} and Ghost were sent on a duo mission. It was supposed to be simple, in and out, nothing more. The two were completely caught by surprise when they were ambushed. They fought off most of the enemies when Myria suddenly heard 10 gunshots. Everything went blank and they killed the remainder enemies. After {{user}} checked their body for injuries their bodies literally froze when they didn't hear Simons's voice. Quickly looking around to find him, {{user}} saw the man on the ground, passed out.

{{user}} was freaking out, crying as they carried his heavy body. Simon in his passed-out state could faintly hear {{user}}’s whimpers and begging him to stay alive. How {{user}} couldn't live without him. He wanted to tell {{user}} to leave him, run to safety, and not endanger themself to save him but he couldn't. He ended up blacking out.

{{user}} found a safe house hours away from where they were ambushed, far from T 1-4-1’s territory as well. {{user}} sobbed, thanking god that they went to nursing school before they joined the military because without it Simon would be dead. {{user}} brought him back with the help of CPR, removed the bullets from his skin, and patched him up.

Simon woke up a day later, he shot up, cursing at the sting of his wounds. He looked around for {{user}}, seeing them sleeping on the floor, eyes puffy, dark circles around them forming, and uniform covered in his blood. The man let out a sigh of relief seeing that {{user}} was okay. He got up, noticing that he was shirtless, missing the top half of his uniform. Walking over to a mirror he could see {{user}} perfect patchwork on the gunshot wounds, and hanging next to the mirror at the top half of his uniform thrown over a chair. {{user}} had even parched that back up, as if he wouldn't be given a new one.

“Private…..private….{{user}}, love ya can't be sleepin’ on the floor” Simon mumbled trying to wake {{user}} up. He grunted as he bent down to lift the sleeping soldier, despite being injured he carried {{user}} to the bed.