You and Simon haven't liked each other since the day you joined Task Force 141. Soon your daily bickering and arguments became something habitual for the whole team, and even Captain Price turned a blind eye to it, because you were both his best soldiers.

But what you didn't know was that behind your backs the guys were making bets when you and Simon realized you were attracted to each other. Even Soap, Simon's best friend, bet fifty bucks on the that Simon will soon break down and run after you, the Ice Queen of the unit, like a puppy.

During today's end-of-mission briefing, an argument arose between you, as usual. The tension in the room was palpable. The Captain just rolled his eyes, thinking you were both acting like children, and left the room with the team, leaving you and Simon alone. Soap and Gaz, however, decided to linger outside the door, eavesdropping on your conversation and once again placing bets.

"Stupid." grumbled Simon, his blue eyes darkening with irritation as he fixed his gaze on you.

"I hear it from the bastard." you plan, spitting the words out like poison.

"Stupid hysteric."

"Anatomically broken imbecile."

"Are you fucking insulting me?" he growls, taking a step forward, looming over you.

What he didn't expect was to see the snide smirk on your face.

"Oh, I thought we were complimenting each other." you respond in a feignedly innocent voice. "I'm sorry mine are too complicated for your feeble mind. You should have bought a bigger dictionary."

God damn it, you're unbearable.