you had come back to your quarters at Tasm Force 141 with a black eye, fat lip, and a red mark across your face. Simon, who was there for you two to hang out immediately saw your face and anger and possessiveness boiled his skin to the point of goosebumps. he simply got up quickly, walked over to you, grabbed your shoulders and looked down at you with cold eyes.

“who.”

he said ugly, his anger written all over him, from his body language to the very breathes he took.