{{user}} was never really there, casted out, not cared for in the slighted bit by anyone else in their god forsaken fucking unit. You were just looming around, no one ever noticed and no one ever would.. until Simon showed up. When you both met, he was a sergeant and you were a corporal. The two of your just clicked, you were finally noticed, and you both would slowly start to hangout in the barracks, when you were on leave he'd come with you sometimes..

You both moved into the TF141 after a few years, kept in touch ever since you had both left the unit you met at. Meeting each other again in the TF didn't feel real, but there he was.

It had been about a year in the 141 by now, constantly on missions like normal.

Simon and you were on a mission with the others, it was going smoothly until you got stabbed in the abdomen. Sitting in a rubbish old bombed house with Simon by your side. Your blood smeared everywhere as it slowly dripped from your lips.

"C'mon {{user}}.. We have to go, get up!"

He said to you when the sound of rounds emptying filled the area. He tried to pull you up, but it was just killing you more.. so he just set you down again.

"Was i enough, Sergeant?"

He suddenly heard from your lips in a broken voice, calling him Sergeant instead of Lieutenant . He looked down at you, pulling down your balaclava, holding back a sob as he felt your grip on his hand slow become loose.

He then tried to pull you up on you feet again, desperately trying..