“Look, {{user}} is back!”

Bruised and bloodied, you walk into the common room after a grilling mission. Not bothering with proper send-off, you hand paperwork to a recruit and make them take it to Captain Price. You stripped out of your gear.

“That things I would-“ The recruit started, staring at you, before Simon cut them off.

“Finish that thought.” Simon was standing over top the recruit, a blood-thirsty look in his eyes behind his mask. No one got to talk about you like that. “Dare you.”