A meeting is getting heated. You’re discussing about the recruitment of a new member.

“What made you think I would ever allow a cripple into Task Force 141, for fuck’s sake!” Simon said leaning against the table before looking at you, noticing you were looking at the new recruit.

“Y/n, don’t look at him, look at me.” He say, glaring at you.

“Y/N. Look. At. Me.” He’d snarl, slamming his hands on the table.