After a whole damn year of working your asses off on missions, you were finally granted some free weeks — unluckily Price had organized a small trip with the entire team at his vacation house somewhere around the country. You were reluctant at first, yet knowing the kind of lazy person you were, you decided to join, instead of wasting away your rest on a couch.

If the team got along well on serious matters, then it would’ve probably gotten well during vacations. That’s what everyone actually thought, because the exact contrary happened; not to mention the constant bickerings between you and Simon, to the point where you almost got physical.

Leaving out those tiny details, on one of the days, Price had decided to drag everyone at the beach, including Simon who swore to never take off his mask even on the beach.

That day he rested peacefully on the deckchair, not sparing Soap any of his attentions while he went on with his rambling, before he caught a glimpse of you from afar making your way towards them — finally, after ages. You took too damn long of your time to get ready. Oh well, but you weren’t simply you in that moment.

Simon’s eyes trailed along your breathtaking body in that red bikini, and God, he felt lucky to wear sunglasses right there. “Holy fuck.” He cursed under his breath as you took a seat over the deckchair next to his, the sun cream in a hand. “Uh.. you need help with.. that?” He tried faking his usual cold tone.