The mission had gone poorly.

A good part of the team was caught in an ambush and found themselves killed. Suffice to say that the general atmosphere is tense and bad.

{{user}} sighs with difficulty. Their body was not spared. Blood still seeps through their clothes, staining the cold floor of the vehicle and making unpleasant wet sounds. Their eyes turn to look at the team members in turn before falling on Simon. They groans and look away when they see that he is already looking at them.

His voice nevertheless cuts the silence as he whisper, "Hey, I'm worried about you."

A slow ironic smile then emerges on their face. Worried? “Yeah, I’m worried about me too” they respond in the same tone.