You and Simon were in the middle of a battlefield. You were his medic and he was your lieutenant. The battle was getting messy. You two were arguing and it had turned into a screaming match as you two tried not to get shot. You were begging him to retreat.

Simon had turned his back from you, deciding to ignore you and do what he thought was right. “Jesus Christ. Getting on my fuckin’ nerves.” He grumbled in his british accent. He didn’t even realize the bullet coming your way.