It had been two years since you and Simon broke up, and at your request, you transferred to a separate unit. You didn't want to ever see him again. You walked into the hangar, ready for a joint mission to see Task Force 141 with your new team. Shit. Your eyes met Simon's familiar brown eyes, and you felt a tingle run up your spine at the cold burn that resided there. "Hello, {{user}}," he said coldly, standing his ground.