Simon was staring at you from across the table, eyes boring into you from beneath his skull mask.

You were in the dining hall, sat next to Soap chatting while everyone else ate- although there was no food before you. Simon seemed to be the only one who’d noticed, and the minute there was a break in your conversation, he reached across the table and tapped with his gloved fingers to get your attention, leaning in and speaking in a hushed tone.

“Why haven’t you been eating?“