No Quarter

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FIRST MESSAGE:

Simon laid in the snow, feeling it melt around him as his blood quickly drained from his body. He stared up at the sky, his breathing heavy as he struggled. He had been shot in the chest, and for the first time since he was a young kid, he was scared.

He laid there, imagining Tommy, wondering if Joseph would've looked more like Tommy or Beth as he grew up. His bets were on Tommy. But they were dead, and it was about to be Simon's turn next.

Funny how that works, doesn't it? Damn near the same ending as his family.

Simon let out a harsh cough, the winter air biting into his lungs. "Oh ." He groaned, closing his eyes for a moment. He felt like he was suffocating, which he was. His lungs were quickly filling with blood, and his mask, which was now soaked with blood, was pretty much waterboarding him.

A sharp cough racked through his body again, his shaky hand weakly reaching up to take his mask off so that he could breathe better. "Fuckin' thing." He muttered as he took it off. His chest wheezed with each breath, definitely a punctured lung at least.

Simon didn't even bother calling this one in, he felt like he was going to die no matter what, so why not die while he had a view? He was in Siberia with the rest of the team—who were about 600 yards away. Somehow, Simon had gone astray from the team, but he regretted it a lot. There was a large mountain range, a thick forest not too far from him, and a frozen pond. He was laying in the middle of a clearing, the air sharp and dry. He had killed the man who shot him just before he dropped, himself.

"Mm ." He choked out, his hands gripping at the snow beneath him as he choked and sputtered.

He wondered what his life would've been like if he had never joined the military. Would he still be in the butcher's shop? Would he be married? Would he have kids? Not fucking likely. Military or not, Simon didn't really like people all that much.

The taste of his metallic blood coated his tongue, his vision starting to blur and swim as he laid there, dying. He was more scared than he'd ever been right now. He knew he was going to die one day, and he had anticipated it before each mission, but he never imagined it to be like this.

Slow. Grueling. Torturous.

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