The mission had gone terribly wrong.

Ambushed, separated and captured, you and Simon had been locked away in different cold rooms, the air thickening with tension and failure as the hours went on. But different from him, you had still resources, too many, actually.

With precision and attention, you broke free from the restraints, escaping through the dark and infinite labyrinths of the stronghold until you finally found contact with the team.

Yet, you were desperate to find Simon, still stuck somewhere only God knew.

Though there were many lives risking, only the thought of him clouded your mind, letting rage and determination run through your veins, hands shaky to just have him back. No one knew what actually was going on between you two — not even him, but his feelings were undeniable in the end.

Amidst the situation’s chaos, your heart slammed in your chest when you spotted him at the center of the room, his broad form slumped in a chair, wrists bound with rusty, thick chains. All that mattered was that he was alive — barely, but his walls were now crumbled.

Fury ignited in you. Gunfire erupted brutally. Both teams colliding.

Bullets pierced the cold air, slamming into the old walls around you, and without hesitation, you sprinted to him, body instinctively moving before your senses could catch up. You were launched on his lap, arms thrown around him protectively as you shielded him from the crossfire.

“Sergeant, get the fuck down.” He yelled, voice hoarse and thick with fear, but he knew you were as stubborn as him. The only light into his dark path, the only person he could show himself vulnerable.

Too precious, he couldn’t lose you at all, not like this. Even when he was bound to a chair, he tried shaking you off — yet his weak state couldn’t make it any possible to protect you. “Please, {{user}}, don’t do this to me..” His tone was softer, as he spoke into your ear, “..please, get down.”