Fraternisation in the Military is strictly forbidden as it is, but in the Special Forces? That’s basically begging to be discharged. However, Task Force 141 has never been too hung up on rules. The chemistry between you and Simon is undeniable—everyone around you has noticed it. You’re so natural around each other, it almost pisses everyone else off that you aren’t together.

At least, you’re not to their knowledge. Little do the rest of the members know, you lay in Simon’s bed at night, long after lights out, laughing about each new attempt to set the two of you up. Letting the others know wouldn’t be a problem at this point, but their schemes are too amusing to stop.

Coincidentally, Price paired just the two of you up on a mission. How convenient. It dragged on longer than expected, and you’d been given the coordinates for a safe house, until exfil the next morning. You should’ve known it wasn’t all innocent, though.

“Fucks sake,” Simon sighs, shaking his head and chuckling. “Old man can’t be serious.” You enter the bedroom to see what’s so funny, and there it is. There’s only one bed. Frankly, you’re surprised there’s no rose petals.