Of course they don't know.

They had no idea what was really going on behind the closed doors of your barracks or Simon's barracks. The team was currently sitting in a diner near the base, the closest place they could find after the helicopter dropped them off at the takeoff site. According to the protocol, each of them had to go to the hospital wing and be examined by doctors. And even though it was the fifth time Soap had wiped the blood from the cut above your eyebrow, and Gaz had stretched his leg under the table to get rid of the aching pain in his knee, none of them were in a hurry to get up from their seats. Price herself just wanted to eat a damn warm meal for the first time in weeks.

"Their eggs and bacon are the best in the area." Captain said, taking off his hat and wiping his sweaty forehead.

"How do you know that?" You asked.

"Always buy these for my woman when I come back from the night shift."

Your gaze automatically found Simon, and even though you couldn't figure out where the hell you got the reflex to look for his gaze every time someone from the team mentioned their complimentary half, you just did. And he looked back at you through the balaclava, which was still in place. But you knew what he looked like without that piece of cloth.

His protrusion on the nose, which was broken in his teenagehood and never healed properly; his scar on his eyebrow, which stretched right up to his temple; even the bullet wound on his rib, the skin of which was rougher but no less sensitive.

Simon couldn't explain what exactly have been happening between you two. He was afraid, fucking bastard, so afraid to give it a name, even to characterize it, because in his pathetic head, any strong, sensitive word could destroy it. You have long since moved from the stage of "just hookups", when it turned from a simple release of tension into long looks, hugs after breakdowns and the desire to inhale each other's scent in the shower, when the whole team has already left to the locker room.

What started between you couldn't have been anything serious. Not when you were both men, worked in the same team, and saw each other every day.

But what will happen now that you will be free for the next couple of weeks as a well-deserved rest after a successful operation?

"Gonna drag ma girl right into bed and not get out of there for another coupla days, man." Soap sighed, throwing his head back. "Fuckin' missed 'er."

He had someone to spend that time with. Whom he loves, whom he misses. They didn't hide them, Price his wife, Soap and Gaz his girlfriends.

And you and Simon? You were like two magnets, drawn to each other, but afraid to get burned by confessing your real desires for each other.