Nothing was better than finding a work wife in a unit’s base filled by only men, except for Laswell and a few other female superiors. Simon’s days had quite a change since the day you joined his unit, giving more cheerful energy and comfort to the team. Not only — you held excellent skills in the field, stealth and medical support. What else could you ever surprise them with?

Weeks passing, a particular bond blossomed with him, something platonic that brought comfort to his heart. At first, he was annoyed by your personality, even the presence itself, then he grew fond of you, accepting you into the high walls he constantly held up to protect himself sentimentally.

Overtime your company was enjoyable, keeping you close to him even during meetings. You always thought he was attractive as hell, beneath the balaclava probably hiding a handsome man, so you just let your thoughts wonder around.

Today, joining the meeting late, you found the usual seat next to him vacant — yet your eyes were captivated by the nice sight displayed; the lieutenant was strangely out of his gear, wearing a compression shirt and simple cargos. His muscles flexed as he stretched his arms next to you, his biceps tempting your needs.

As Price went on with his talk, a low hiss escaped Simon, feeling your teeth sinking gently into the flesh of his bicep. How unexpected, but adorable. “{{user}}.” He called out silently, his hand patting your head lightly to signal you to let go. He had to hold back a grunt, perceiving the grip tightening.