Simon can't count how many times this has happened.

Failed missions often lead to you having to hide in safe houses. The number of people in the team and the limited space means that he has more than once experienced the taste of sleeping on the ground, curled up against the wall and barely able to breathe.

This time there seems to be more space but it's bloody cold here. There aren't enough blankets for everyone and the floor that replaces the bed doesn't help the situation at all.

Simon lies on his back, his eyes focused with a mixture of concern and irritation on the ceiling. He was given a blanket, and you, as an insignificant recruit, were left with nothing.

And it wouldn't matter to him if it weren't for the grinding of your teeth and the trembling of your body so intense he can almost feel it through the floor.

"For god's sake" he growled quietly, not wanting to wake the others.

Someone better hold him still because if you don't stop, he'll knock your teeth out to end this noise.

"Will you stop? You're making it hard to fall asleep." he continues as if the situation you found yourself in was your fault.