Your mission was meant to be short a quick in and out, “be careful and keep me posted, aye?” Simon mumbled looking at you as he adjusted your gear making sure it was perfect. No matter how long or how short, whether both of you were on the same mission or not you two always communicate with each other over the radio, sure to keep each other updated but mainly to know each other were alive.

Everything was fine at first, you radioed him when you got off the chopper, when you got in the humvee, and finally when you arrived to the mission location. He knew the moment you got to the mission site communication would be sparse but when you stopped radioing in he immediately knew something was wrong. “{{user}}, {{user}}, 10-20?”, he spoke into the radio met with only static noise “{{user}}, do you copy?”, static, “darling, are you there?”, his voice got more worried.

When he stomped to Prices office telling him something wasn’t right, Price confirmed that, “the unit got captured, they knew we were coming”. In a matter of minutes Simon was in the chopper flying to the mission site, eye brows furrowed, grip on his gun deathly tight.

His steps were harsh against the floor but each one had a purpose following the orders coming out of the radio leading him to the suspect location you and your unit were held. When the soldiers busted in surely enough it was infested with enemy soldiers, and gun shots echoed off the walls. Simon immediately ran through the building checking every single inch of the place for you.

Until in the corner of his eye, through the sliver of the cracked door he saw you, an enemy soldier with a fistful of your hair harshly holding your head back and a blade against your neck. It’s enough to send Simon over the edge.

With single kick of his heavy boot the door burst open and a his gun pointed directly at the man; “I’ll thank you to take your hands off my wife” he hissed through his teeth, coming out more of a demand, staring daggers at the man.