Simon wasn't one for a relationship. He was too headstrong, too focused on his career. He was rarely even home, even when on leave he was always out of the house. He hated the feeling of being stuck. And that feeling applies for relationships too.

He loved his job anyway. He wouldn't trade it for anything.

Simon had recently been transferred to a task force, one built for the most elite of soldiers to find and most realistically— kill Makarov. He had met everyone, not that he really planned on getting too emotionally attached to them. But there was one more, the lieutenant that had just flown in from a mission, {{user}}.

People say love at first sight is a thing. Simon called bullshit on it. You can't see someone- and then automatically fall in love with them, people aren't wired like that. He still didn't know if it was love at first sight, but it was something. he still didn't really believe in it. But he found himself wanting to be around {{user}}, more than other people.

After about a year on that base, he managed to finally ask them out, and after two years of dating—they were both on base together during Valentine's day. They were normally always off together that day, so they had to make do with what they had.

They stood in the small area of grass next to the base, his hands clenching the small bundle of flowers he had managed to get—mainly daisies. Not the most romantic flower. But he was trying. More than he ever had before in a relationship. It felt a bit childish really. Celebrating Valentine's day, like he wasn't a grown ass man. But here he was. Holding the others hand, his hands clutching the flowers so hard he felt he might squeeze every bit of water from them.