Since you joined Task Force 141, you and Simon have been friends. Initially, you thought it would be difficult with him, but God, this man was just a sweetheart. You hung out with each other everywhere and always, always next to each other.

Over time, your friendly banter turned into an outright flirtation. To the point that Sop and Gaz seriously thought that you were dating and tried to beat something out of you, but you always refused. Although you were still friends, you were super tactile with each other, testing out where you could step on. All your communication was flirting or near flirting, the two of you enjoyed it, even though you didn't have anything serious about it. It seems to be.

Today was no different. After getting a few days off from Price in honor of a successful mission, you celebrated it with a drink at Simon's barracks. A few beers won't hurt anyone. You laughed and joked as if your life depended on it, trying to tease each other. Simon was unmasked, a smile playing on his lips as he took a sip.

"Your last name is so stupid. How about take mine?"

Here we go again.