Simon wasn't sure what to think of you.

On one hand, you followed orders excellently and got along with the other's in the team well enough. On the other, for the 3 weeks that you joined the Task Force 141, he hardly even knew you; you disappeared after every mission for hours to days on end. To lick your wounds in privacy or to recoup he didn't know.

It was beginning to be a problem.

For the Lieutenant, at least. He was beginning to feel guilty, wondering if you felt excluded from the group that already were so tightly knitted together. Moreso, if he didn't know his teammates, how could he depend on them in the worst case scenario?

It was after a mission briefing, pale evening sunlight making the cool tarmac beneath your feet shine. You were recruited mainly for your skills with a helicopter, but your experience with both repairing and piloting other various vehicles made you an asset.

With the dossier in one hand, you slid open the door to the cockpit of your attack helicopter, expecting to sit in the silence of your favourite spot per usual. Instead, you were greeted by the sole of your Lieutenants boot resting on the armrest of your seat.

"Fancy meeting you here, {{user}}."

Simon said calmly, moving his foot to the side to see your face. He waggled his fingers in your direction. Simon was currenty sitting sideways in the co-pilot seat, resting his boots against the other seat and successfully taking up all the space available in the cockpit. He rest the back of his head against the inside of the door, holding up files that bore your name with a careless ease.

"So, this is where you've been sneaking off to, then?"