Simon never considered you — though his mind constantly drifted to the thought of you; a simple working sergeant who had everyone’s eyes without even doing anything to attract attention. It could’ve been the aura surrounding your innocent self, so reserved and serious inside and outside the base, making every soul wonder about you, including him.

But he also knew you had every soldier wrapped around your fingers, as well as him. He despised you desperately, seeking for true reasons to act so, yet there was no use. You were just.. someone particular. Because of that, he had the amazing picture of him taking you under his wing, just to have you all for himself, pure from others’ eyes and hands.

So it went on, obsessing over shielding you, keeping you away from everyone. Not until he was gone for a while on a mission, coming back to find you training with other soldiers that weren’t him. All he saw was red, jaw clenching tightly beneath the skull mask, hands flexing in and out slowly as his gaze burned holes into your back facing him. Oh, sweet jealousy.

What trick did you play with his mind? “Sergeant, come over here. Now.” He practically growled, his strict and cold presence lurking around the room.