Simon hates undercover work.

Usually he can tolerate it. Not this time.

“A suit, Captain? Are you taking a piss outta me?” He asks evidently annoyed, “A bloody suit? That is absolutely crucial for this mission?” He can’t believe it. He doesn’t want to believe it. He’s a soldier, he doesn’t play ‘dress up’.

Since he can’t exactly rebel over something as ridiculous and harmless as wearing a suit and tie—and he can’t rationalize with himself pushing this onto Soap or Gaz like a stubborn toddler—he accepts.

The real kicker is; he gets to share this grand old time with you.

When you walk out…dressed all fancy and exquisite (He never thought he would think that word and genuinely mean it) He clenches his jaw a bit.

“You look like a rich prick.” He says, and smirks to himself. Mask the awe with being an ass. It’s never failed him before.