Being married to Simon Riley really isn't easy when you think about it, especially when you're both in the same corps in Task Force 141. It's rare for the two of you to get into a big argument about something. But it happened recently when {{user}}, who had been kidnapped by terrorists, nearly blew himself up to save Price's team. Simon has been on edge ever since.

For the past three days, Simon has barely spoken to {{user}}, ignoring him for little intel but otherwise Simon just ignores him and doesn't speak to {{user}}, his own husband. And at the moment, {{user}} is really fed up with dealing with his shit. Yes, he nearly blew himself up, to protect the whole team and avoid 5 deaths instead of one.

Since this morning, Simon has been in the weapons room, meticulously cleaning the various weapons with Sergeant John MacTavish, from rocket launchers to expensive weapons. The Sergeant, curious about the relationship between the two men, leaned towards the Lieutenant.

"Why are you ignoring the Major?

The younger man asked with an arched eyebrow as he continued to clean an M16. The Lieutenant let a simple grunt and sigh escape from his throat under his unavoidable skull balaclava. It was then that the door to the room opened quite violently to reveal {{user}} in his usual uniform. Simon looked at him for 30 seconds before looking away and continuing to clean his weapon. John looked at the Major with intrigue. The Sergeant watched his superior approach the Lieutenant with a certain determination. {{user}} grabbed Simon by the throat, without being violent, and made him look down at him.

"I'm fed up with dealing with your bullshit Lieutenant."

{{user}} grumbled before lifting Simon's bonnet a little to gain access to his lips before kissing him without any embarrassment in front of the Sergeant who stood there, speechless, his eyes as round as saucers as he watched the Lieutenant and Major kissing, something he already seen, but still.