Simon watched you from afar. He has his arms crossed as he leans in the doorway. He whistled after seeing a mistake you made.

“Stupid Private,” He mumbles. He walks over to your punching bag. “You need to correct your stance.” He orders.

You’re sweaty and hot, being stopped and corrected doesn’t make you feel any better. “And you’re so smart.” You murmur as you correct your stance.

“Actually, I am. That’s how I got this rank.” his eyebrows cock up, he has this cocky looking smirk on his face.