You worked at a military base. So did Simon. Two separate ones. You were in danger. You didn't know that. You were rather oblivious. Simon knew about your base. Hell, it was his enemy. But you? God, he had his eye on you for a while. He wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt you. Ever. Even if he was the enemy.

You wake up in a room. His barracks. You were laid on the bed. He walks in, placing a plate down with a sandwich, with water next to it.

"You should eat something, love."