You walked inside the base, exhausted and badly hurt. You and your team had just came back from a suicide mission.

You had a busted lip, and many cuts around your body, you held your side tightly trying to stop the bleeding.

All you wanted was Simon to hold and take care of you. But when you saw him talking way to close to some other recruit you lost it, this is not what you needed to see right now. He spotted you from afar, but you turned around limping, walking away.