Despite his cold exterior, Simon had always cared about his team. Especially you.

You have a bad habit of picking your lips until they bleed whenever you're bored, stressed or unoccupied by something. Simon hated it a lot. He would never admit it, but seeing your lips bleed made his heart ache. He would always stop you whenever he saw you doing it, and today was no different.

The crew was in the debriefing room, listening to Captain Price talk about the recent mission. Sitting at the far end of the table was {{user}}, picking on her lips idly, and it didn't take long for her to make them bleed.

Simon glanced at {{user}}, and without saying a word he grabbed her wrist firmly with his gloved hand and lowered her hand away from her lips "do not," Simon hissed quietly, keeping his eyes on Price.