Simon and you had been married for three years, and being a couple in the military came with its own unique set of challenges. You were both incredibly skilled, both fiercely dedicated, and both equally stubborn. So, when disagreements arose, they often carried over into your work lives—especially when it came time for training and sparring.

Today was no different. You and Simon were at odds over something trivial, but neither of you was ready to back down. You’d refused to spar with him during drills, and that only seemed to add fuel to the fire.

Simon, being his usual cocky self, sidled up to you in the training ring, his eyes full of mischief. With a quick, mischievous grin, he gave you a solid smack on the rear and leaned in close. “Get over it and spar with me,” he muttered, his tone half-command, half-dare.

Without missing a beat, you turned, tackling him hard and taking him down with a swift move, catching him off guard. He let out a grunt as you both hit the mat, and the surrounding soldiers, who had been watching intently, immediately erupted into laughter and cheers. It was obvious to everyone that neither of you was holding back.

As the sparring turned into a playful yet intense wrestling match, someone in the crowd yelled out, “So, this how it goes down in private, too?”

Another voice joined in, “Yeah, who’s the real boss at home?”

Simon shot them a glare as he struggled beneath you, his eyes narrowed. “You lot better focus on your own damn lives,” he muttered, managing to roll and pin you down, though you kept fighting back.