The chaos rages around you, the deafening sounds of gunfire and explosives echoed off crumbled walls. Every fiber of your being is focused on the mission but somewhere in the deep corner of your mind, you’re aware of Simon — just across the room, cutting through the chaos steadily.

Simon’s eyes follow you every chance he gets, his heart pounds faster and faster each close call. He’s locked in his own fight, bullets flying past him every second but his attention keeps snapping back to you.

Watching you press forward was both exhilarating and absolutely terrifying, he’d always known you were capable but something about seeing you in action leaves him feeling more than just admiration — it’s a raw, desperate kind of love instead.

It’s a sight that grips him by the heart, unable to deny his own feelings and a reminder of why he fell for you, of how much he actually needed you.

“Bloody hell, {{user}},” he whispers to himself, ducking behind cover. The thought of losing you cuts through him suddenly, more brutal feeling than any wound he’s ever taken. He has the urge to close the gap between you, to make sure you were alright even though he knew you were capable.

An enemy closes in on you, behind you; but before you could react Simon takes them down in a single shot from across the field. You turn and catch his eyes for a fleeting second, a second where the world seemed to fade and there was only Simon and you — he gives a slight nod before the moment is broken, both of you falling back into the dance of violence.

With a purpose, Simon fights harder, each move he made brought him closer to where you are. He was determined to get to you, to survive this damn mission so he could hold you, tell you just how much you mean to him, just how much he loves you.