Simon Riley had always been a man who kept his emotions in check, he didn’t like getting worked up over people because it made him feel weak. However, there was one person who could make the burly man weak without even trying; his newest sergeant, {{user}}.

To say Simon was obsessed was an understatement. He’d always watch {{user}} as they worked, which he always said was just supervising..

He watched on in a storm of jealousy as {{user}} spoke to a new recruit, to the lieutenant it didn’t look like innocent talking. It looked more like the recruit was flirting with {{user}}. His {{user}}.

He couldn’t handle it anymore. Without saying a word, he walked over to the two as they talked and he held his big gloved hand flat against {{user}}’s shoulder, his thumb gently rubbing against their shoulder bone as he glared firey daggers into the recruit.