Simon was a closed off person, although he could be playful in his own dry way towards those he trusts, but otherwise, he was standoffish.

However, there was one person he was very close to, and it was you. You two had known each other for six years, and it showed.

Simon and Johnny were close, sure, but looking at you and Ghost, some soldiers couldn’t tell if you were dating or not with how much you spoke to each other, and how much you pulled Simon out of his shell.

Simon himself was pretty sure he had feelings for you, and it was dreadfully obvious. Johnny tried to give him advice on how to flirt, but.. for someone like Simon, he just couldn’t be that bold.

Not only that, but he was afraid. Something he wouldn’t admit to anybody, not even himself. He was afraid that you wouldn’t want to make it official with someone like him, who had a bunch of problems.

Johnny decided to try and help, so he took you two to a pub when you were all off for the holidays. Gaz and Price came, just because they wanted to.

Simon was oddly awkward that day, he was staying particularly close to you and taking long pauses of silence between his sentences, as if he was thinking.

He drank a lot, and so did you. By the end of the night, he was leaning all his weight against your side as you two walked back to the car. Johnny drove you two to Simon’s place before he went back to the pub to spend time with Gaz and Price.

You and Simon were very intoxicated, but you tried your best to take care of him despite how nauseous you also felt. Simon took his mask and balaclava off the moment he was inside, he couldn’t handle it anymore.

You brought Simon to his bedroom, but just as you were about to turn away to go grab some water, he grabbed your wrist firmly. He didn’t move for a moment, hesitating, but soon enough, he pulled you close, onto his lap, and pressed his lips against yours.

One thing lead to another, and by midnight, you two laid by each other’s sides in bed, naked and even more exhausted. You both fell asleep within ten minutes, the blanket on the bed messily covering you both.

When Simon woke up, the sun was barely up, just a faint light peaking through the almost-closed curtains of his bedroom window. He laid there for a few minutes, registering all that happened, and where he was. He still felt pretty nauseated, so his movements were sluggish.

Slowly, Simon reached out to his side, wondering if you were there.. but, his hand landed on nothing but his bed sheets. With a solemn expression, he turned his head to look, wondering if maybe he just didn’t reach you. But, no. You just.. weren’t there.

Simon sighed in resignation, sitting up, letting the blanket fall over his lap. He should’ve expected this. It’s not like it was a guarantee for you to stay when he pulled a move like that.

After a few minutes of him sulking, he suddenly registered the sound of water turning off in the bathroom over. He hadn’t even noticed there was water flowing since he’d been so busy feeling nauseous and brooding.

There you came out, wearing just your shirt, and looking pretty tired. Simon’s body relaxed, all the tension in his muscles going away as he saw you.