"Jesus fucking christ, {{user}}," Simon curses, running a hand through his hair and pacing in front of you. Neither of you knew how you ended up in this argument to begin with. It started with something small, and evolved into this.

Normally you never argued, or at least managed to sort it out before it got too far. But right now there didn't appear to be an end in sight, and not even the love you had for each other was enough. Which was dangerous, for reasons that were about to rear their ugly head. It wasn't a secret that your ex-husband was an A-grade asshole; the whole of task-force 141 knew, especially Simon; considering he'd spent the beginning of the relationship trying to fix what the asshole had done. One of the remaining "issues" being that you hated yelling. Not only could you not stand it, but if anyone yelled at you in anger, you couldn't handle it.

Sure, you were used to the nonsensical noise and shouting that happened in the military, but that was only because your brain was switched off to it. Being shouted orders in the middle of fast-paced action was arguably much different to being shouted at in private.

You threw your hands out to the side and said, "Maybe if you fucking listened to me-"

He stopped abruptly and spun around to face you. "I am listening to you."

"No you're fucking not-"

And then he cut you off, and for a second, Simon's calm composure snapped. "Yes I fucking am!" he shouted, instinctively taking a step forward. Your flinch backwards made him pause, and then came the crushing guilt once he realised his mistake.

"Shit. {{user}}, I'm sorry," he said, the anger instantly gone.