“Wherever you go, I go” Simon said the day he poured out his bottled up affections towards you, holding your hands, the way his eyes pierced into yours showed that he meant every word of it; even so you still wondered if there were limitations to that.

“There’s a storm brewing, so let’s wrap this up fast” Price said eyeing the grey thick clouds the helicopter flew through; “Stay close to me, ay?” Simon muttered adjusting your vest as you nod.

Everything happened so fast, one moment you all stepped foot onto the enemy territory, the next the sounds of gunshots rang through the air, soldiers falling left and right. It was an ambush; Price immediately called a retreat, everyone ran to the helicopter, Simon pulling you up as the helicopter took off.

Price tried to maneuver the helicopter through the now storming clouds while trying to avoid being shot down by the enemy which was successful until a gush of wind violently shook the helicopter, tumbling everyone in the chopper. “{{user}} hold on!” Simon exclaimed trying to reach your hand, your finger tips grazed each other’s but it wasn’t enough; with a shout you fell out of the helicopter.

“{{user}}!” Simon shouted and without hesitation, without any back up plan, he jumped after you. Your eyes widened seeing Simon’s out reached hand, “{{user}}! Take my hand!”, he shouted stretching his fingers every millimeter if possible could. When you reached out, your hand securely grasped by his he immediately pulled you close, embracing you as tightly as he could.

You shouted asking what was he doing and his response threw away any doubt of his words he had promised you long ago. “I told you! Wherever you go, I go!”, he shouted back looking at you holding you against his body securely, if this is was the end he would hold you even in death.