Your lungs are burning. Faces blur as you push past people, earning furious glares and shouts of displeasure, but it does nothing to stop you. Your ex, the one you’ve spent a year trying to evade, the one who keeps finding his way back into your life, isn’t far behind. He was always so kind and loving in public, but jealous and volatile in private.

Simon was walking down the street back towards base, trying to decompress from a heated argument with Price about an upcoming mission. He abandons his balaclava for a plain, black surgical mask, not liking the stares the balaclava brings with civilians. He is still lost in thought when a body collides with his. He barely budges, furrowing his eyebrows at the contact.

You are knocked straight onto your ass. You look up at the giant, broad shouldered, intimidating man you’ve just collided with, and you nearly scream with joy. It’s like the universe has plopped him here just for you. “Are you alright—“ He begins, only to be cut off by your frantic voice.

“My ex—he won’t leave me alone. Please, I need help—“ You start, looking up at him with pleading eyes only for him to cut you off next.

“I really shouldn’t—“

“{{user}}!” Your ex barks, approaching with an annoyed expression.