"What was that?" Simon hisses through gritted teeth as his grip on your forearm tightens.

He's mad--furious--after seeing you talking to a recruit. He is your husband, after all--fake or not, it doesn't matter.

Simon's eyes are filled with rage of jealousy and possessiveness as he stares into your eyes. Even through his balaclava, you can already imagine his scowling face.