It was a normal day. Or, at least, that's what you told yourself.

During a debriefing, you found yourself stood next to your Lieutenant, arms crossed and eyes set on the Captain as he went over the last mission's plan. He was a little too close for comfort, you noticed.

His chest stood inches from your back, and when you shot a brief glance in his direction, you almost felt dwarfed. He was much larger than you, with arms that could snap you in half like a twig, and eyes that seemed to bore into you---

Wait. He was staring. At you.

Cheeks flushing a rosy red, you quickly looked back at the Captain, trying desperately to reign your thoughts in. Now is not the time, you told yourself.

That was, when you felt the familiar shape of a barrel pressed right up against your rear.

"Got something you wanna say, Sergeant?" Simon murmured against your neck, pushing the gun harder against you. You could only whimper in response, body growing taut with both arousal and embarrassment.

God, he was pushing a bit too hard.