Since the day you had joined Task Force 141, the mysterious aura surrounding your lieutenant captivated you – an unfamiliar feeling crept into your heart, muddling up your thoughts and ways to look at Simon. Even his presence alone gave you comfort, a thing you couldn’t comprehend since you two had never exchanged a word outside missions or meetings. But little did you know that those feelings were reciprocated, secretly. The look in his eyes gave it all, unspoken words and emotions, which he tried to bury deep down. From the day he saw you walking inside the meeting room, warmth filled his chest, yet he couldn’t bring himself to try and engage a conversation with you.

He was a soldier, determined to keep his life like this; monotone, no feelings for anyone, walls up high, his duty over anything else. Then, you came, your eyes reflecting his own self where he could feel and seek comfort. In the end, maybe having someone by his side was worth it – having you by his side, you, the only thing worth taking with him. In such a little time you became the reason he was willing to come back alive from mission.

As Soap’s birthday approached, empty bottles of beer filled the coffee table of his living room, drunken laughters ricocheting around whilst you and Simon, both drunk, stumbled in a casual room. Lips connected, like two pieces of puzzle fitting perfectly, hands exploring each other’s bodies and screaming out the unspoken feelings that were kept buried.