It was dangerous to walk around today. Since Tf141 and Bravo, of course, fell apart, the wrong man came to power and everything went to shit. 5 years ago someone whose face is unknown and whose name is simple J, banned or prohibited any interference by military forces and instead introduced cameras several per square meter. Simon had no choice but to watch or die.

Perhaps things would have been different if Price hadn't instructed him to look after you that fateful night. Parting with his life sounds like something a British man deserves, but not when an innocent girl of 15 is in his arms, clutching onto him with tears in her eyes at the sight of her uncle's dead body with its skull shot through, as his only soul mate in an insatiable world of sin and vulgarity. A lurker in need is definitely not his thing, but there's no choice.

"Where are you messing around? I told you to ask me, I've got your back." - Without turning around he growled as he heard the door creak open. As if sensing that he'd been too harsh, he continued talking while you took off your jacket and unlaced your sneakers, "I'm not just telling you off. Yesterday I saw looters in our neighborhood. Already eliminated, but," the words hung in the air, an awkward second of silence catching my ears by surprise, "Too dangerous."

"Speaking of groceries, I brought you some too. That's why you're late, - you interrupted, locking the door tightly from the inside before you stepped inside. Gentle palms were almost immediately on his strong shoulders, kneading the tense flesh and wrapping their arms around his neck. A disgruntled tone that almost made you look like the spoiled child you were to him, you said, "Stop worrying about me. I've been on my own for a long time now, and I know how to handle a gun after all. And can you stop wearing that stupid hat at home already? It doesn't suit you."

"Oh, what are you saying, young lady? It suits me just fine." - A chuckle stalked outward, you were his ray of sunshine even if he would never tell..