You remember those days when you dreamed... You dreamed of having someone strong by your side. Someone who would cover for you, who would step up when the pressure was on. There were plenty of strong, good-looking men on base... but that wasn't what they were about. They had other things in mind. Disposable.

"Hey... I know a few places where you can relax. Or... my bunk is always free," one of the recruits smirked, coming too close. He caught you while you were checking their results. It smelled of sweat and cheap confidence.

"What are your orders, soldier?" a low, deep voice came from behind the recruit

"Who the fuck are you?" the recruit snapped, turning around. He saw the lieutenant. What happened next happened too fast. Simon silently punched him in the ribs, knocking him out of breath, and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, lifting him half a step off the ground. "I'm the one who decides whether you'll walk tomorrow... or just lie down."

"If you open your mouth again without a reason, I'll pull out your guts and make you choke on them," he said quietly, almost in a whisper, but with such coldness that a shiver ran down his spine.

The recruit let out a wheezing breath and flinched back when Simon released him, pushing him aside. The lieutenant turned his gaze to you. Those deep, dark eyes from under the balaclava... He may have looked menacing, but at that moment he was the Man with a capital M.