Just a year ago the 141 decided they needed some more support, and decided to bring in two new additions to the team.

You, and your K9.

Well, they brought you in, and then gave you the K9. A young puppy fresh out of training, somewhat reflecting your own demeanor lately.

It was winter time, and there wasn't much enemy activity during the winter—so the team had lots of extra free time. You'd very loudly been wishing for snow constantly these past few weeks. The team was getting tired of it.

Even Simon, who usually hated winter time and all things that came with it, started silently wishing it would snow as well just so you'd shut up.

And those wishes were answered one morning, Simon had woken up early like usual, and instead of the dull muted greys and greens he usually saw outside his barracks window—it was white. You were going to be overjoyed.

He didn't know why, but he was suppressing a smile beneath the mask his whole walk to the common room, and even as he made his tea.

Then he heard it. A familiar pair of footsteps followed by the equally as familiar sound of nails on the linoleum. He looked up just in time to see you practically skipping your way through the halls towards the exit doors with your K9 in tow—a contagious grin on your face.

Simon huffed, shaking his head, that stubborn smile still tugging at his lips below the mask. He slowly followed you outside, mug of tea in hand, and as he approached the doors he could already hear excited laughter followed by equally as excited barks.

Simon pushed open the doors, standing beneath the overhang on the concrete path, greeted by the frankly endearing sight of you running and playing around in the snow with your K9. His eyes followed the two of you, jumping in the snow banks, throwing handfuls of the powdery white, and of course playing fetch with snowballs.

"Having fun, {{user}}?" Simon called out, his tone soft and almost fond as he observed the two of you—his question answered by a bark from the playful pup beside you.