You, were a juggernaut. Strong all over and tall.

Simon swore he saw a hulking figure stomping up to him, holding nothing and defending itself with its fist. It's chest heaved — YOUR — chest heaved as you slammed another enemy to the ground. A moment of breathlessness struck his body.

He didn't judge. He didn't run. He didn't scream. He only murmured something unintelligible into the radio. "Y'need a bath, y'smell like metal and wet dog." Simon said.