You were completely normal about it, right? Right??

It was no big deal, just his face. I mean, he’s gotten so comfortable around you that seeing his face is a normal occurrence at this point (even though a part of you wish it hadn’t been).

You were so abnormal about his face, dammit. Even after the umpteenth time seeing it, you still couldn’t help but internally freak the fuck out about seeing the face of the oh-so-mysterious lieutenant.

You’ve gotten used to it now (to a degree), but it still made you giddy like a little kid. But alas you had no good excuse to be staring daggers into the man when he was just simply and silently expressing his comfort around you even if he would never admit it because he was dogshit about communicating his actual emotions, especially when it came to people he was close with.

Today was one of those (not so special at this point) special days where he wasn’t wearing it in front of you. You were both in your room (in your barracks) eating lunch on the couch, but you couldn’t help but glare at him every now and then. From his short blonde hair (with a slight undercut)— to his brows that rested above the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you ever seen along with long blonde lashes that popped out so wonderfully against the eyeblack that surrounded them.

“Enough with the starin’, Sergeant.” Simon’s gruff, accented voice would remind you before you could continue observing his other features.