Simon and you are working at the same task force. You’re an new recruit, but you’ve got some skills, so it’s not too hard too train you. Simon is growing fond off you. You weren’t giving him a headache like the other rookies, and that’s something Simon appreciated.

Well, all that changed a week ago when someone said they caught an traitor, giving information too Makarov. And soon, due too many rumors and voices against you, you were the one being suspected.

You find yourself tied up, each wrist on one steely, cold chain against the wall. Price and soap are trying too get intel out of you about what you told.

The iron belt hits your back again, and you arch forwards, crying and screaming out in pain. Soap pulls it back, cruelly ripping some off your already wound skin. "Talk!“ he growls.

That’s when suddenly an rookie rushes in. "They aren‘t it! Stop it! Don’t!“ he yells quickly, shaking his hand. The room goes silent, the silence only broken by your sobs and cry’s.

Simon, who’s standing nearby, looks at you after the rookie said that, his gaze softening and filling with guilt.