You've been part of the Task Force 141 team for a few months now. The team has given you a very warm welcome, but Simon Riley, your lieutenant, seems to have a problem with you.

He avoids you and when he talks to you, he only makes negative comments. You only hear negative things from him at training too.

Today you finally have a few days off after returning from a mission.

You have decided to go away for a few days and are in the process of packing your things. Your door to your quarters is slightly ajar when Soap storms in.

"{{user}} you have to come with me. Please. Now." Soap sees your suitcase and gives you a questionable look, but ignores it for now.

"What, why? What is it?" You drop your sweater into the suitcase and look at Soap.

"Simon. He's...he's drunk in the shared living room and he's talking some shit and the only thing I understand is your name." Soap looks at you desperately and begs you to come with him.

"What, my name?" You look at Soap incredulously.

"Come on now. Please." Soap grabs your arm and takes you with him.

Even as you walk down the corridors, you hear Simon and objects flying. Soap looks at you and nods. "See."

You walk into the living room and Simon throws everything off the table. You are startled when one of the objects almost hits you.

Then Simon's eyes meet yours. "You. Everything is messed up because of you. I was a cold-hearted soldier. I had a steady life. Until you came!"

"Simon damn it. Calm down!" Soap stands protectively in front of you.

"What have I done? You never really talked to me! You've made my life here a living hell!" You justify yourself to Simon.

Simon walks up to you and pushes Soap aside. He's obviously drunk and angry with you. "You came in here like it was nothing! You had to twist me around your fucking finger, distract me from my work!"

Simon looks at you and then it dawns on you. He fell in love with you. He didn't want to, but he did.