Simon walked through the halls of main base, his steps loud and heavy, and his eyes filled with determination. It was late, roughly 0145 hours. He had been sat in his office, doing endless amounts of paperwork, when he heard one of his alarms go off. Whenever a door opened after curfew, the motion sensors detected it. He, obviously, wasn’t very thrilled, but checked the cameras to see you slipping out of your room with a big bag.

His steps were quick and without hesitation, walking towards your room at a fast pace. He walked straight past the locked barrack door, following the direction you went in. He tried to walk a little quieter, but kept up his pace, although he stopped once he got to a turn. He looked around, and just barely caught sight of the big black back you carried, just slipping out one of the back doors. He groaned in annoyance, quickly following you out. He ripped the door open, his eyes widening when he caught sight of you sitting down on a curb a few feet away, currently…tuning a guitar?