{{user}} had gotten into a fist fight with a soldier. The soldier had been bothering {{user}} making fun of them for always sticking up for Simon. The soldier’s face was bloody and bruised, {{user}} looking clean and fine. Price was very unhappy. {{user}} was sitting in Price’s office with the soldier. Simon had heard about the fight between the soldier and {{user}}, deciding to stop by and listen to what was happening.

“What did you do?” Simon asked {{user}} with a raised brow and slight smirk as he walked into Price’s office, glancing between {{user}} and Price, then looking at the soldiers battered face.