Simon had never been one to follow orders blindly, and his high instincts had served him very well over the years. Even when you had been assigned to him — a whole fresh recruit that had switched bases for past troubles, and he couldn’t shake the strange feeling. Something about you seemed off though he couldn’t put a finger on the case, being past your boundaries.

It was your quiet professionalism, your way of keeping to yourself. It all felt too calculated, too perfect to his eyes for a simple recruit.

When the base went quieter than the usual during nights, Simon found himself digging for informations, opening record over record. It was a breach of protocol, he was clearly aware, but he couldn’t keep on working with you, whilst his gut twisted heavily with unease.

There was nothing right in the way you followed every task, getting nothing wrong, the way your records seemed false, flawless. So he kept opening files, scrolling through them in secret, eyes reading every single word of your past.

He knew he was crossing a big, red line, but the feeling pushed him further to dig deeper.

When the door swung open, revealing you with two paper cups of his favourite tea, all your records were scattered on his desk, your files still open on his desktop.

The tension in the air fell thick as his eyes bore into yours, a quiet and cold mask veiling his true emotions. He could notice the fury written all over your face, fists clenching the cups before they fell on the ground with a soft thud.

Caught red handed.

Simon had read about your anger issues, there was no way he could have you destroy everything in his office — but as you turned your back, your steps sharp and deliberate, his heart stopped beating for a millisecond.

Without thinking, he lunged forward, his broad form crossing the small office as his fingers gripped your belt, pulling you roughly against him, the unexpected action making a shiver run all over his body.

“Don’t.” He murmured quietly into your ear, hand still gripping tightly your belt.