You had just gotten back from a tiring mission outside the base. You sat in your barracks with your head in your hands and a grueling migraine. You were tense and could barely function as a private like this. Fuck, this hurt.

Simon came down into the barracks, looking for you. “Oi, private. We need you up early tomorrow for a mission-.“ Simon paused. He noticed your rather pained expression, causing him to arch a brow.

“What’s up with you, {{user}}?” He asked, leaning against the door.