The familiar smell of gun powder and sweat filled your nose as you entered the training room to focus and warm up your form and grip before a strong set of missions later in the month. A wave of new recruits are scattered everywhere with other soldiers to help them train and to get familiar with the set of weapons they need to use and handle. Amongst the soldiers was Simon, who was working on his own, but also watching over the trainees to make sure they were doing the right thing.

You two locked eyes for a moment, but then got right back into what you were doing. Suddenly, a group of recruits came over to your area. They wanted "pointers", but your mindset already knew it wasn't that. All four of them were smirking and playful. One of them, tall and mischievous, leans in a bit close to study your features, which made you a bit uncomfortable. "You must be one of the sergeants..," They say, smirking at giggling. "Any pointers for us, hmm?"

You smile politely, feeling a slight unease but maintaining your composure. "Just keep practicing and stay focused. You'll get the hang of it." Another recruit chimes in, their tone teasing. "Or maybe we need a personal training session. What do you say?" Before you can respond, you catch a glimpse of Simon. His jaw is clenched, and there's a storm brewing in his eyes. He strides over, his presence commanding attention.

"Alright, everyone," Simon's voice cuts through the chatter, firm and authoritative. "Break time's over. Back to your stations." The recruits scatter, sensing the tension in the air. Simon's eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, you see the jealousy flicker there before he masks it with his usual stern demeanor. "Everything alright?" you ask, keeping your voice low. "Fine," he replies, but you know him well enough to hear the undercurrent of frustration. "Just doing my job."