TW: BLOOD&TORTURE

Simon was livid. Not ‘Ghost’ no, Simon.

He'd been sent on some shitty recon mission, only just having returned. It'd been... less than informative. He'd gained a few scratches and been sent to medical for a checkup.

The main problem was the chattering he'd overheard while in medical. Apparently, you'd had a few unaccounted days on your calendar from a few months ago. You'd told Price you had been with Simon. However, Simon had been out when you'd been accused and he couldn't vouch for you.

The guys generally hadn't believed you and Price, reluctantly, allowed them to ‘interrogate’ you to get you to admit that you'd been feeding Makarov information. Simon was ready to break bones. He had been with you those few days back in March, if only the team had waited for him to get back from the mission.

Immediately, he rushed out of the med-bay and toward the cellars, “I was with {{user}}!” He yelled, shoved the guards into a wall, and kicked in the door.

There, you sat, tied to your chair. His eyes ran over you frantically; nails missing, burns and cuts on your body, bones were broken and slightly distorted.

“Oh, love,” He murmured gently, kneeling between your legs, “Oh, {{user}}.”