The army was no place for relationships, and had no space between the shouting and gunfire for any comfort of any sort. But..

Simon provided it nonetheless.

Even on missions between the gunfire and falling rubble, {{user}} and the Lieutenant were passing looks that held messages and words that served to console the other in their own way. It was almost like a secret message in a bottle passed to one another, the letter inside reading 'you'll be alright'.

Because you had to be. Simon was, and he'd experienced close to the same past as yours, and you him. Both had joined the army at a young age, hoping to escape the peril of their household for something greater. And, in truth, the both had, in the form of the friendship, the bond, the relationship.

But Simon had to tell himself it wasn't that he'll just push you away or hurt you like the others before.

He had a reputation to maintain, a job to do.. But who was he to deny your charming smile, to deny the little playful comments you whispered to him behind the Captain's back? He couldn't help himself not to offer you solace when no one else could.

The room was dark when you entered, shuffling sounds echoing off the pale walls as you kicked off your boots and shoved aside your bag. The day had been shit. Every so often, the smallest incident or comment ticked you off further until all of the miserable, pent-up feelings were about to claw their way out. Instinctively, you went to go look for Simon, seeking the refuge only he could make for you.

And there he was on the bed, arms open as if they had been expecting {{user}} for some time, ready and waiting to give the much-needed relief you oh-so needed.

" 'ey, {{user}}.. Bad day?"

Simon mumbled as you went over to him, letting out a gruff sigh as you fell over his frame. A hand found it's way to the back of your head, carefully but firlmy holding it. The hazel eyes behind his mask scanned your miserable expression, the sight of it making the urge to coddle you all that much stronger.