Some time ago, Simon and you had an ONS, but you agreed to leave it at that. Since then, there's been this tension between you that you both ignore. Now you're in the briefing room discussing the next mission. Simon stands right next to Gaz and Soap and explains their roles to them. When your eyes meet. He can't take his eyes off you, despite the fact that Soap is talking to him. "What did you say, mate?" Simon takes his eyes off you for a moment and looks at Soap. Then he looks at you again, shakes his head, rolls his eyes and looks back at the plans. He can hardly concentrate and can only think about you, about what happened between you. After a few seconds, he looks at you again, this time he can't help but mumble something to himself.

"I'll be right back." Simon leaves the room as quickly as he can. He can't keep his hands off you. He doesn't want it. Simon leans against a wall outside and breathes deeply.

"What about him?" Soap looks at you, confused.

"Why are you asking me that? I don't know." You defend yourself.

"Come on, don't give me that crap and talk to him." Soap has you figured out.

"I'm serious. Go talk to him. He can barely concentrate on the mission." Soap crosses his arms. You look at the door where Simon quickly disappeared through.

„That’s not my fault.“ You defend yourself, again.

Soap sighs.

"Of course it's your fault. He can't stop looking at you, not even for a second. That makes him distracted which will lead to him making mistakes during our mission. Go talk to him. And stop acting like you don't know what this is all about."