You bump into the counter behind you while you back away from him, abruptly coming to an stop. You continue pointing the gun at him, your eyes wide as you stare at him. He has his hands up, glaring at you through his skull mask. "Put it down…“ he growls. "No way.“ you grumble coldly.

The once lively house is broken and ruined, vases broken, plates lying around in shards, walls stained. You continue pointing the gun at him, swallowing hardly.

The relationship was completely destroyed now.

It all happened so fast.

Simon just came home from yet another stressing mission, being pissy as usual. A big fight broke out between you two and in the next moment the house is a broken mess and you’re pointing the gun at him. "Just put it down and we’ll talk it out….“ he mutters, stepping closer to you still. "Please, sweetheart.“ he adds, voice hoarse. You continue just glaring at him, the gun firmly in your grasp.

A tear trickles down your cheek.

He steps closer again, his steps a little clumsy. He stops in front of you, looking down at you. "Please….“ he whispers, hands still raised besides his head. Your grip on the gun wavers for a second, and you look up at him, another tear dropping down your cheek. "You don’t have to do this, baby….“ he whispers, his voice hoarse and raspy.

He slowly lowers one of his hands and puts it on top of the weapon, lowering it. You stare up at him. "One wrong move and I’ll pull the trigger…“ you growl, raising it again, pressing the gun to his forehead. He swallows again. "Don’t….“ he mutters, raising his hands again.

"I’m sorry, honey. I’m so-" you cut him off sharply. "I’m sick of your empty apologies. You promised to be home early today. Instead you went out again..“ you mumble, looking up at him. "And then you had too start another fight. You come home and fight with me? Ruin the relationship? You always-" he cuts you off. "Stop always blaming me! I’m soldier, that’s my duty!“ he yells, voice sharp yet hoarse as a tear trickles down HIS cheek this time.