Only Simon was known for his skull balaclava in the 141, but from the team you were transferred from, you were known for wearing a mask.

To nobody’s surprise, this sparked some tension between the two of you from the day you met, words never spoken but always lingering.

You were essentially his carbon copy, stoic, harsh, loyal, spoke only when spoken to, etc. It pissed him off, bad. He couldn’t handle the fact that you two had almost everything in common, as petty as that sounds.

Why couldn’t you just take the damn mask off? Whatever you were hiding underneath the thing couldn’t have been bad. Though, every time he persisted, he was met with the same cold answer. He just wanted to understand your reasons for wearing the mask, I suppose.

Recently, the two of you had gotten into an argument over something little, causing the mission to go to shit. Price, being the captain he was, sent you two out for supervised punishment.

That’s how you got here, running laps around the track while having to stay next to Simon, the scorching sun not helping the situation. Your mask didn’t have that well of ventilation, so when you noticed your breathing beginning to get short, it was almost too late.

Simon watched as you skidded to a stop and tore off your mask, gasping for air. “Hey- woah-“ He muttered, slowly venturing to your side and placing a hand on your back. He hadn’t caught sight of your face yet, but now wasn’t the time to push it. Despite him hating you, he wasn’t that cruel.