Minutes had turned to hours, and hours slipped into days before days melted into weeks ever since the sunshine agent had been captured by the enemy, leaving Simon and the team in a state of relentless turmoil. The memory of the agent's disappearance haunted Simon, the sensation of their hand slipping through his own gloved one etched into his mind like a scar. The icy chill of that moment lingered, a constant reminder of the treacherous avalanche that had separated them in the unforgiving frozen tundra of their mission.

As news of the agent's recovery spread through the base like wildfire, Simon found himself standing at the threshold of the interrogation room, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread. The familiar voice he had feared never hearing again echoed from within, filled with a raw, unfiltered terror that pierced through his facade of composure.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!"

The anguished cry of his partner reverberated in Simon's ears, igniting a primal instinct to protect and comfort. Without hesitation, he stepped into the room, braving the storm of violence unleashed by the captive agent. Each blow landed with a painful impact, but Simon's arms remained a steadfast anchor, refusing to let go of the one he had lost and found again, a silent vow of unwavering loyalty and redemption.