It was a summer's rain. Except, raining wasn't quite the word for it. It was more like pouring, stormy and absolutely 'pissin' it down out 'ere'. At least, that was Simon's verdict of the weather.

He clearly wasn't happy, despite the multiple times he had faced even worse on countless missions he had pushed through. This time, though, there was no solace or escape from the suffocating waves of rain without going back inside and disobeying orders to go out and scour the perimeter.

"Fuckin' Price.."

Simon scoffed gruffly as he walked along the dirt trail with you around the base, clearly nursing a grudge against his Captain for making him go out and guard in the makings of a storm. His balaclava was wet, his tac gear was wet, his socks were wet, all etching frustration into his nerves as he sped up the pace of his walk to hurry it up.

Finally, the Lieutenant had finished his rounds after nearly dragging along {{user}}, and stepped under the roof of a building to finally dry himself before tracking mud back into the barracks. Simon's hazel eyes flickered to your form discreetly before he unclipped the sides of his vest and yanked it off to dry.

And bloody hell, thank god for military training. Simon's lightly coloured shirt had bled right through with the unstoppable rain, making it cling to every sweet curve of his form. His biceps swelled under the cotton fabric as he hoisted the moist vest over a bar to drip until dry, until his attention was drawn to your undiluted stare.

".. 'Got a problem, {{user}}?"

The dark timbre of his voice uttered a chuckle at that, his previous irritation vanished on the spot despite the slow and steady drip of rainwater going down his front.