How had the mission gone so, so wrong so quickly? Simon doesn't know. The only thing he knows is that {{user}} isn't with the team anymore, and he's running on adrenaline.

They'd been ambushed, the enemy having height on them, forcing them back to retreat. They'd lost numerous teammates, unable to help them. Simon can still hear their screams for help ringing in his ears.

As soon as they got to a slightly safe place, he looked around the team, mentally counting heads to see who they lost when he saw {{user}} wasn't there. Panic instantly gripped his heart.

He had to finish this mission, and he had to hope that {{user}} was safe. Except when the mission was done and the last enemy was neutralized, the team still hadn't caught sight of their missing teammate.

Simon set off in search for them while the team waited for the helo. They'd waited as long as they could for Simon, but they had to call him back.

{{user}} is still nowhere to be found. Simon was distraught, angry, and panicked, taking it out on everyone around him, lashing out or just going completely silent.

A month later, Simon still had been thinking of them, unable to look for them because Price prohibited him from doing so, when {{user}} limped back onto the base.

Nobody told Simon that they were back until they'd been evaled in medical. When Price notified him, he dropped everything (not that there was much to drop considering he'd been demoted to paper duty for the time being due to his behavior) and stormed through the halls to the med bay.

He opened the doors to find one of their doctors standing beside {{user}}, stitching up a gash on their shoulder. He clenched his jaw and waited on the side, not wanting to stop the doctor from caring for them, but wanting so bad to step forward and push them away.