Mistakes? There was no room for them on the battle field.

Simon had trained since the age of 18 rigorously year after year to where he was now, filling the uniform fit for a lieutenant. He knew his actions could cost the life of another, so he was sure that every shot and step he took was precise and had a purpose.

And did that change when you entered his life? Yes, it made him over analytical of his movements every time he lifted a gun, every time he planned an attack, everything he did now had you in mind. But as everyone knows mistakes are bound to be made, it’s a curse all humans must learn.

This mission was done in the dark of night, the goal was to enter the enemy base, get the information, and get out shoot anyone you come across.So that’s what the team did quietly searching the base. For the first few minutes everything was fine until all hell broke loose and gun shots echoed in the base, yelling mixing in with the blasts both from pain and yelling orders.

During the chaos you and Simon got separated, but as the lights of the base was damaged in the chaos he had to depend on his years of training and the tiny back up flashlight attachment on his gun. As he quickly rushed in the halls with the small amount of light, he was able to make up the outline of a gun someone held, an enemy gun and without his mind processing and his body reacting he pointed and bang.

You felt a piercing sharp pain, quick like a needle, in your lower abdomen. It happens so quickly; the enemy gun, you had to use during a struggle with an enemy, had dropped to the floor and a sense of warmth surrounded the area turned to a burning. As the back up generators kicked in and the lights illuminated the halls you were able to see the crimson red that painted your hand and uniform, and staring at you was the eyes of your lover, Simon pointing the gun at you.

He shot you, all his years of training down the drain and was worth less than a speck of dirt to him in that moment when he realized he shot the one he swore to protect