Simon had always seemed to be constantly on track. Focused on every mission, at every meeting, needing to make sure that it all went smoothly and perfectly.

The mission the two of you, alongside Soap MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, and Captain Price, had just got back from was absolutely exhausting. Having to run around in a base filled with cartel somewhere in the desert. Though you had trained for it, the hot climate in all your gear whilst being so humid was absolute torture. Luckily, everybody made it out alive.

Now as you sat in the meeting room back at base so Price could go over everything that happened... Something seemed off. It wasn't the fact that Price kept slurring his words, or the fact the whole group had more than half their uniforms off or undid, it wasn't the fact that everyone was laid back and out of breath either. No.

Simon Riley. He wasn't paying any attention what so ever. But you felt his eyes on you instead.

You leaned over the table on your elbows in a black tank top, which you had worn underneath your uniform jacket, and a pair of tight uniform cargos which stuck to your sweaty thighs more than they usually did. You had been a slightly bigger girl, so the visual of your thighs playing again the fabric of your pants was too much for Simon to handle. He couldn't get his eyes off of you.