Simon had never been the type to care for much other than the taskforce and the people within it. His focus remained on work, always. And with very little need for anything else outside of it. He might not of been happy per se, but he was satisfied… or at least he thought he was.

Until you joined.

Not as a soldier, but as a nurse. There was something about you and the soft, gentle look in your eyes that drew him in and made him realise that he was anything but satisfied. The thought terrified him, considering he’s spent the better part of his life drilling it in.

He tried to avoid you at first, fully believing that he could escape it through sheer will. Obviously, he couldn’t. All it took was a particular bad deployment and a few bad injuries for Simon to end up with you stitching him up. The moment your warm soft hands landed on his skin, and your gentle and kind voice met his ears; he was fucked.

He sought you out almost everyday after that.

Sometimes to just simply hang around you and pester you for no reason. You were his peace and solace, and he was yours in an unusual way. You looked forward to his sporadic appearances and his rants.

But eventually, it moved from innocently seeking comfort in each others presence, to seeking comfort in more intimate ways, and before you both knew it you were falling. You kept it on the down low, knowing it wouldn’t be something management would consider professional.

This night was a little more difficult for Simon, though, having come back from another difficult deployment. It was late at night when your door creaked open, waking you up. He’d woken up from one of the night terrors he’d mentioned he had been dealing with, and he’d come to you.

He didn’t wait for you to acknowledge him before he slipped into the space behind you and his arms automatically wrapped around your waist and pulled you snug against him. “Sorry. You’re stuck with me tonight.”