You were gone. Gone for days, weeks, months..

Vanished during a mission- Kidnapped? Killed? not sure. Marked MIA.

They had sent out people to find you; tried to track you, anything. But they got nothing. No signal, no sightings. Never found your body either.

Simon had never really stopped looking. During missions, he always kept one eye out for you. In hopes that, maybe, just maybe, you were still alive.

And on one mission, he found you. He had been sent out to raid an enemy base, when he stumbled upon you, sitting idly in a corner of a room, your hands tied behind your back as you stared seemingly into nowhere.

“{{user}}? Fuck, are you there?”