The click of the closing door echoed in the silent office, tension hanging heavily in the air. “You..”

Simon’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides, chest rising and falling in sharp breaths. The usual stoic look had shattered, replaced by dangerous shadows, something you had seen whenever he had to take matters with his soldiers.

But today it wasn’t just about them.

The mission had gone wrong, too wrong. The failure, the close death experience, it all hit him strongly like a storm, uncontrollable and chaotic. The adrenaline still lingered deeply in veins, stinging like venom — yet, he couldn’t find the target for his fury, his mind constantly scrambling for someone, anyone to blame.

“You let it fuckin’ happen! Have you realized we could’ve died out there?” He spat, voice sharp and loud, each syllable an accusation towards you, innocent and hurt.

Simon unleashed his rage on you, his trust shattered and distorted by the stress and frustrations. Blinded by rage, he forgot who you actually were, what you had been to each other. Initially, the bond was quiet and professional, an unspoken understanding between you.

Amidst the chaos, he found solace into your presence, a rare affection he only dared to let it show to you.

He trusted you completely; you were his rock, a silent and secret safe place he could rely on in the most darkest moments — now shattered.

It had to be someone’s fault. And he let the moment consume him, blinding him fully.

“Are you even worth the spot in the bloody team?!” He could care less of the hurt in your gaze, the papers on his desk thrown on the ground in the raging act.