Ever since Simon joined the Task Force it was impossible not to notice his coldness, how hard it was to get close to him and get more than silence and a cold gaze from him.

But even he slowly began to soften. First he knew brotherly love, ready to sacrifice his life for the people he fought alongside.

And that should have been the end of it, right? Because what more could come out of his cold heart?

It's not like he's capable of love. Years of meaningless affairs, the eternal voice in the back of his head whispering that if his own father didn't love him, how could anyone else?

And yet he fell for you like the biggest fool. And only now he realized it.

Simon always thought you had the kindest, sweetest and most beautiful soul. Sometimes he was afraid your gentle nature would get you or the team killed.

And yet now he was witnessing something incredibly beautiful. Your uniform is torn in several places from knife cuts, your face is sweaty and covered in the blood of fallen enemies.

It was total chaos and although Simon never doubted his abilities, yours took him completely by surprise. You were a killing machine, one body after another.

"Good job" he said in a hoarse and slightly hushed voice, leaning against the wall of the building.

Is it weird that he is impressed by the sight of you? You look absolutely exhausted, your body is scratched and you're a bigger mess than ever. And he finds it freaking hot.