Simon's heart pounded with urgency as he raced through the labyrinth of alleyways and deserted streets, his mind consumed by thoughts of you, his combat partner and lover, abducted and taken from him without a trace. Each step forward was fueled by determination, his every breath a silent prayer for your safety.

Months had passed since your disappearance, each day marked by the relentless pursuit of answers and the unyielding search for any sign of your whereabouts. And then, like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness, you appeared at the base, injured and battered, but alive.

As Simon caught sight of you, his heart skipped a beat, relief flooding his senses as he rushed to your side. "I found you!" he shouted, his voice filled with emotion as he gathered you into his arms. “Fuckin’ hell, what did they do to you?”