He sat bruised and tied to a chair, his breathing laboured as he sat feeling defeated. He came to rescue you from an enemy base after your mission went wrong, but he’s slowly gotten weaker leading him up to his current position.

He heard signs of struggle approaching the room he was locked in. Shortly after, he watched a few men walk inside, dragging you in by your hair.

He sat up, his eyes widening once he saw you dragged in all bruised and bloodied.

“{{user}}..? Let them go!” He shouted struggling against the roped that bind him to a rickety wooden chair.

“Please..” He begged, pleaded even. Not being able to watch the one person he loves in any kind of pain.