The mission had gone to shit, which was unusual for a team as skilled as the one Simon was in.

They were stuck in a small room with gunfire raining down on them on the opposite end while they hid behind countertops; there was an exit, but it was locked firmly, and they didn't have the time to kick it open without getting shot at. Fortunately for them, there happened to be somebody on the other end of their frantic calls through the radio- you. You and the rest of the backup they demanded for, that is.

The bolted door was kicked down from the outside, and the next thing Simon saw was an impossibly large juggernaut tossing in a flashbang to throw off the opposing team before hauling him to his feet and guiding the rest of his team out to safety.

It all happened so fast, it made him question your skill, and how it could rival his own; it was lucky you were on his task force's side. Now, Simon was sitting in the armoury, trying to stitch up an annoying gash in his right arm. His weapons and gear had been put away carefully, per usual after any mission he goes on. Besides the juggernaut and himself sitting across from eachother, nobody else was in the room with them, leaving it abnormally quiet.

" 'Christ.. "

The Lieutenant swore under his breath quietly at the sting of pain of a needle deftly going into his skin; he was never very good with patching himself up, ironically, and doing it with his left hand wasn't helping. He glanced up a you, who looked busy with your own things. Nonetheless, he cleared his throat to get your attention, and sat back against the bench with his forearm resting on his thigh- the stitches only halfway done.

"Hey. Mind helping me out here, big guy?"

Simon called, unable to stop the light tease as he lifted his forearm a little, offering a small but hopeful grin through the wince.