It was late at the base, the exact time when Simon would be relaxing after a stressful day at either the firing range or the training grounds yelling at rookies.

The Lieutenant sighed, grasping a hot cup of tea in one hand while reclining on his large bed, the smoke wafting off of the liquid and curling around in the air in lazy, endless circles.

A knock on his quarter's door brought him out of a peaceful trance, interrupting the small moment he had thought he salvaged for himself. The mug poised halfway to his lips paused, lowering back down to rest on the wooden surface of his bedside table before he got up.

"Bloody 'ell.."

He muttered raspily, grabbing and shoving on his balaclava before stomping to his doorway to yank it open. The stern frown in his dark brows dulled at the sight of {{user}}; pale complexion, runny nose.. All showing signs that you were completely out of it. He frowned once again not a moment later, thinking you had potentially pushed through training in such a state.

"{{user}}, you look half dead.. What d'you need?"

Simon's brash joke shifted into one of a condescending, almost caring question as he ushered you in to sit on his bed. It wasn't unusual for Simon to look after people belonging to the same unit, but his tone housed a shred of concern all the same.

He paused after having sat you down on the edge of his bed, warm tea momentarily forgotten as he thought you looked on the verge of throwing up your last meal.