Simon has a future, bright one even.

His stoicism, professionalism and natural skills, like amazing observation made him a quickly learning soldier. For now a sergeant, just after his 26 birthdays, yet future seems to be kind, giving him opportunity to become sombody, become better than people he lived with.

Yet, everything seems to ruin, when his sharp gaze fell on you. A older soldier, a Lieutenant. Somebody he looked up for, somebody he admired.

And somebody he wanted.

He knew that all of this is way too wrong. You? Walking definition of the perfect soldier. He not only wanted to be like you, but also wanted, no needed to be closer.

His professionalism destroyed, his eyes and mind glued to you.

"Morning, Lieutenant." His voice filled the silence in cafeteria in the early morning. He knew you will be there, you always start day before the others.

"Another mission in the next week. They don't let us rest these days." He added in monotonous tone, sitting down across you.

Even if his eyes and face says nothing, he could feel the race of the heart.

You are way too gorgeous, and way too bad.