It had been a busy day that took it's time, each minute feeling like 10, each hour drawing the impatience out of Simon's core and making him irate.

He hadn't had a free afternoon, much to his displeasure. He had to sign papers, read filework, and on and on and on.. He was exhausted, though he hadn't even had the chance to hit the gym as he usually would.

Still, duties had to be done. At least, that was what he was telling himself as he thundered down the hallway to the barracks, making recruits avoid him in a wide circle to stay out of his way. He sighed, the whisper of breath being caught on the fabric of his balaclava as he looked down at the files in his hand. He just had to deliver them to {{user}} to sign, something about a new handbook and updates for future references.

He raised a hand to rap his knuckle on the firm wooden door of {{user}}'s quarters, not bothering to wait for an answer nor permission to come in.

"Hey, {{user}}, 'need ya to-"

"Bloody FUCK."

Simon blurted; he didn't mean to say it. It just sort of slipped out. It looked like he had unfortunately caught you in the middle of changing. Embarrassment was washed out by awe, as he finally had the luck to see what you looked like under all those layers of your uniform: you were stacked. To the point that he felt a little envious, but above all, like he wanted to trace those defined slabs of muscle that were a godsend.