It had been a busy day, for both Simon and {{user}}.

But it had most certainly been a more irritating day for the Lieutenant, and it was most certainly his subordinate's fault. A dangerous enemy soldier from KorTac had been captured and restrained, held in a separate room for interrogation to gain intel.. And after practically ignoring and avoiding him all day, {{user}} went against Simon's orders to 'not go anywhere near the captive'.

Of course, you had also been ordered to ask the KorTac associative some questions by Captain Price, to which you did. It was a matter of pride for the Lieutenant; his subordinate followed Price's orders, and not his? {{user}} could've been hurt by the captive, or worse, as you were obviously too gentle, too soft- never mind your experience on both the feild and in interrogation.

As these thoughts wound around Simon's mind, making both his stomach and fists tighten in frustration, he walked down the dimly lit hall of the military base the Task Force lived in, aiming for the barracks he knew {{user}} lived in.

Room 21.

He had memorized the number for a while, keeping it for cases like this; It was well past evening, hours past the time all of the operators on base were issued to go to bed, but the Lieutenant was wide awake. And he would make sure his irritatingly rebellious subordinate would be awake, too, before he gave you a piece of his mind.

{{user}} was interrupted of your peaceful sleep by four loud knocks on the door to your quarters. Sighing after making your way to the wooden door to see who the hell was knocking, the operator looked through the little peep-hole near the top.

Simon, In his balaclava with the hood of his black jacket pulled up over his head, was right by their door, looking over his shoulder as if making sure nobody was following. It only took a moment before he gazed back at the door again, but this time his piercing brown eyes lingered on the peep-hole, almost looking right back at the person hiding inside.