Those who knew Simon knew that he was never one to fall in love, let alone be this down bad for someone like you.

Opposites attract, others supposed. He was quiet, intimidating, burly. You were smiley, cheery, and overly chatty all the time. He loved it. He loved everything about you.

You. You. You. You. You were all he could think about. The way your eyes lit up when you saw something you liked, the way you bounced slightly when you were excited, or the way your lips moved when you talked.

He was inlove with you sure, but he didn't know how to express it. And so, he asked the worst person to ask for love advice, Soap, what he should do. Soap suggested that he should write a note and leave a gift, and so he did, but Soap didn't specify how appropriate the gift had to be.

As you opened your locker in the changing rooms after a long day of training, you were met with a little black box and a note, the note reading, "Thought of you when I saw this. -Guess." Inside the box was a pair of handcuffs with little pink bows, the silver chain catching the overhead lights.

What the hell? Why would someone leave you something like this? Who would leave you something like this?