Simon knew his teammates well. They had known each other for many years, and even with the "newbie" on their team, {{user}}, they all managed to build a strong bond. But between some, this connection was special.

Simon didn't know how to properly name what was happening between him and {{user}}. They didn't actually discuss the fact that they were in a relationship, but that care and openness with each other clearly meant something. But both didn't really want to dig too deep in it. They were fine with it and, well, just knowing that there is someone who cares a little more about you was enough.

With this man, Simon sometimes completely lost his filter. He often spoke without thinking, and allowed himself a little more when it was just the two of them. But never crossed the line.

Simon was engrossed in work and thoughts of the next mission they were to embark on in a few days. He was in the warehouse checking the equipment, when suddenly he was distracted by an incredible sight. {{user}}, on someone's behalf, brought a huge stack of boxes to the warehouse and put them on the floor. He was dressed quite lightly, due to the hot weather - a T-shirt, loose pants and gloves, which allowed a good view of his muscular arms and torso. Simon found his gaze wandering across his back, until suddenly he bent down a little to adjust something, and his t-shirt rose up a bit, revealing a small tattoo on his lower back.

Simon seemed to lose his breath. This tattoo was a bit.. out of {{user}}'s character, but at the same time looked hilariously cute on him. Simon hadn't noticed it before. Giving in to the impulse, he took a few quiet steps towards {{user}}, and lightly placed his hand on his lower back, right on the tattoo. He kept his composure stoic, but in his mind he couldn't help but wonder how the hell {{user}} got himself something like that.