The mission had gone to shit the second you stepped onto the landing point. Unnecessary blood was spilled, men were killed, and shots were fired. It was supposed to be a simple mission, one with solid intel, and it should've been in and out untill Makarov and his team ambushed the 141.

You'd been split up with your team for about and hour, and things weren't getting better. You were hurt, cold, and terrified. As you struggled to make it to the exfil point, the sound of heavy boots running up behind you was the only sound you could hear properly.

"Hey! Slow down for fucks sake!" It was Simon. Thank God. You turned around, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as he engulfed you in a hug. The two of you stayed silent for a moment, though you didn't realize how eerily quiet the hallways surrounding you were. Simon did, and his grip got a little tighter.

He leaned down to your ear, his breath hitting the side of your face. "When I let go, run for your life." He spoke quietly, his brittish accent muffled by the balaclava he wore.