You and Simon didn’t want to break the rules.

But when those rules meant every aspect of your relationship was forbidden and a punishable offence, exceptions were made. Lieutenant and Sergeant of the TaskForce 141, and lovers behind the scene.

It was rough.

Neither of you ever seemed to get enough time together, always cut short as you were both ordered around and monitored almost 24/7. It was rare that you both snagged a moment to yourselves. But that was the sacrifice you made when you pursed the relationship, especially when it was all done in secret.

But when you and Simon did find time, or moments in the chaos, it was all worth it.

Times like this you were thankful for, because at least you got to see him. Once a week, the base got together for simple, fun sparring challenges; your favourite time, because you got to watch Simon do what he was good at.

Beating the shit out of arrogant people.

And damn he looked good doing it.

“Lt, you wanna go next?” someone asked, finally calling to the mat with the partner they’d randomly selected from a hat; and considering there were very few people who were at his level—this soldier definitely not being one of them—it was no surprise who was going to win. Mainly just how, and how quickly.

And that exact moment was when his eyes locked with yours, and the fucker winked at you, right before spinning to duck under the soldiers arm, landing a brutal punch to his unprotected stomach and putting him on his back within seconds.