Simon, for once and all, had history repeat itself in front of him, so much that he wanted to forget only for you to re-live it. The sound of your ribs cracking as they hung you by a meat hook made his chest tighten. He knew he was late, really late.

Reinforcements from the Task-Force were finally unleashed in the Ultranationalist base, he knew leaving you hostage to Zakhaev was the worst idea he'd ever had, he should've fought for you, he should've sacrificed for you. The guilt will always eat him from the inside for every moment he sees you, he won't be able to forgive himself if you didn't survive.

“Lord,” he prayed in a shaky sigh, infiltrating to get inside and get you lest you lose a lot of blood. “Please be okay.” he sighed, this wasn't like him but you really had a special place in Simon's heart. He'd rather die than let you get hurt.