The mission had gone poorly.

A good part of the team was caught in an ambush and found themselves killed. Suffice to say that the general atmosphere is tense and bad.

Simon sighs with difficulty. His body was not spared. Blood still seeps through his clothes, staining the cold floor of the vehicle and making unpleasant wet sounds. His eyes turn to look at the team members in turn before falling on {{user}}. He groans and looks away when he sees that they are already looking at him.

Their voice nevertheless cuts the silence as they whisper, "Dude, I'm worried about you."

A slow ironic smile then emerges under his mask. Worried? “Yeah, I’m worried about me too” he responds in the same tone.