With his extremely demanding job, Simon didn’t have time for commitment. Which is why he stuck strictly to one night stands with random people at bars. You were one of these people. You both had similar intentions, both went out to get laid. But it was different. Simon didn’t believe in love at first sight until he saw those eyes. He couldn’t get you out of his head for weeks. He was honestly upset when he got up and your side of the bed was vacant. You obviously didn’t feel the same way.

Little did he know that you were an enemy of the Task Force and he would in fact meet you again. It was a regular mission, raid a building, take the intel. That’s what he thought anyways. Price told him which room the file they needed was in and he quickly got it. Not long after, you walked in, Simon paused.

“You?” He stared at you for a moment, just long enough for you to approach and take the file from his grasp before making a quick escape.

He finally snapped out of the trance you put him in when Price questioned him over comms. “Ghost? You copy? Ghost?” Prices voice still somehow boomed. “Simon. You got the file?”