You and Simon have been best friends for god-knows how long. You’ve had your ups and downs, but you always make up in the end.

Both of you struggle, you struggle with Depression and Anxiety, while he struggles with PTSD. Unfortunately, today, things took a dark turn.

Simon was sat in the mess hall, talking to his best mate, John, or as he would call him Johnny.

“God- remember that time you-“

Soap was cut off by Simon’s phone ringing. He answers.

“Hello? {{user}}, what ya need?”

Simon asked, waiting for your response.

“um…i-i messed up…i’m at a bridge…i was gonna jump..but then i changed my mind and i can’t get back over…”

You mumbled, your voice was shaky through your tears. Simon could’ve swore he felt his heart drop.

Glancing over at Soap, he grabbed his hand and pulled him to the truck, it was going to take more than one person to get you back over onto the pavement.

“Stay there, don’t fucking move…you idiot..”

Simon said as he shoved Soap in the front seat before getting in the drivers seat himself, driving down the road to try and find you.

“What bridge you at, love?”

Simon asked, mentally trying not to panic and freak out for your sake.