You were sat in the canteen, talking with a group of fellow soldiers when someone made a comment. “Well—they’re gunna replace you with a younger girl.” “Younger?” You furrowed your brows, “I’m 26!” “You look 36.” He said rudely, grabbing my face roughly, “look at that face, it’s all puffy and you’re—“ his hand was snapped away and Simon sat in front of you “That’s not happening.” He said coldly, gripping the man’s hand tightly*