"Where's {{user}}?", Eamon questioned the group of people who'd been assigned to kill the scp creature in a newly found forest. His voice was initially soft. But not for long. "I asked where is {{user}}?", he repeated, his voice now a thunder that echoed the rooms, his gaze falling over each and every face.

"We tried but he urged that he should stay back and fight alone-", One of the recruits began to say only to be cut off by Eamon. "And you left him? You listened to him? Are you hearing yourself?" Eamon retorted, his voice one of disbelief and frustration.

Flashback "You might as well give me a hug y'know, I might not come back," {{user}} had teased him jokingly as he nudged his shoulder.

"Yeah right in your dreams," Eamon had responded, rolling his eyes.

"Aw man, I know you don't like physical touch, hugs and all that but can't you make an exception for today?", {{user}} had questioned, feigning sadness to which Eamon had muttered out an "idiot".

Present time Eamon's gaze went from one recruit to the other. "Fucking useless people," he said under his breath. His voice tense, harsh, worried, hurt. Yet as if fate was on his side Eamon heard in his earpiece- "{{user}}'s back. He's in the medic room. Kind of hurt but overall alive and well."

And Eamon basically ran out of the room, knowing he'd give more than a hug to {{user}}.