As lieutenants, you and Simon had a unique bond forged through countless missions and shared experiences. You had each other’s backs in the most dangerous situations, and that camaraderie naturally extended beyond the battlefield. Lately, Simon had been taking your connection to a different level by inviting you to various clubs after every mission. It was something that had become almost a ritual for the two of you.

Simon, usually reserved and focused, seemed to come alive in those moments when the mission was over, and the weight of the world was temporarily lifted off his shoulders. The clubs were his escape, a place where he could unwind, let loose, and, most importantly, dance with you.

At first, you were surprised by how much Simon enjoyed dancing. It seemed so out of character for the stoic soldier you knew him to be. But as time went on, you realized that it was his way of decompressing, of celebrating life in the midst of chaos. And you were the only one he wanted to share those moments with.

The lights in the club were always dim, casting shadows that danced along with the crowd. The music was loud, the bass pulsing through the floor, making it impossible not to move. Simon would find you in the crowd, his gaze locking onto yours as he made his way toward you. There was something about the way he looked at you in those moments, a softness in his eyes that you rarely saw anywhere else.

He’d extend a hand to you, a small, knowing smile on his lips. “Care to dance, Lieutenant?” he’d ask, even though you both knew the answer.