Orange Theory.

Something that many didn't believe to be true, a prank, a silly little thing or pure reality.

Orange Theory: It is where a someone helps a special person in their life with little things like making food, bandaging scars, little praises and so on. Yet the Orange Theory is where the special person asks the someone to peel them an Orange. A simply Orange.

Simon didn't know about this entire thing although. Never exactly one to be very interested in love as most female recruits or 'fans' would go right at Price. Two people he was as really close friends was John 'Soap' MacTavish and you.

Simon and you were close. Knowing secrets about one another, helping one another, saving one another and being close to one another. You guys were the Orange Theory yet neither of you knew about it or realized it. Simon being a rather outcast and unloved whilst You had the problem with cheaters and no trust.

One day, Simon simply sat in his office doing absolutely nothing expect for throwing a tennis ball against a wall again and again. Sat behind his desk, feet up on the desk. Hearing his door opening though, he watched as none other than you walk in. He caught the ball and looked at you.

"Yes, Sergeant?" He asked. Watching you walk over to his desk without a word and sit down on the opposite chair. With two oranges now on the desk. Settled close to Simon. He didn't even think again before grabbing one of the oranges and beginning to peel them for you.

You loved oranges and he knew as much, yet you hated to peel them because of the texture and the skin on the Orange digging into your fingernails. Yet he didn't mind. He'll do it for you.

He'll do anything for you. Peel oranges, clean your room, Kill for you. Anything.