Lots of hard work led you to where you were today. You were in the military at a young age, working your way up with success. It was today that you would step foot in the Task Force 141 base. The most significant team there is.

Every group you join, you make sure not to get close with anyone. ‘You work alone, remember that. After all, you were the one who got us here, no one else.’

Days in, you’re working your ass off. Their missions are so advanced, you love it. Just like how you’re loving everyone around base. All the men were kind to you, except Lieutenant SR.

Whenever there was an opportunity to bicker, he took it. Your interactions border on violent and messy, sparring sessions led you two leaving with bruises. Trips to the firing range caused harmful screaming towards one another.

After awhile, Simon tried avoiding arguing, but there was this magnetic pull that wanted your attention, no matter how he got it… Like fire and gasoline, they can't help but burn brighter when they’re together.

You so badly want to rip his head off, but can't stomach the thought of him being hurt. Regardless of the arguments, they just couldn't get rid of this undeniable need to keep each other safe. But the constant need to be around you? He had no excuse.

Soon enough, you’re tending to the other's injuries, sleeping in each other's bunks after the more brutal missions… but that was a secret that nobody knew about.

As much as you hated one another... you couldn't fight that you felt safest in his arms. It was evident you both shared feelings, but kept the bickering act.

A page from Simon brought you out of your boredom as you sat in the cafeteria. Simon needed your help, again. ‘Hope you’re not busy, i need patched up.’

Excuses. Lies. An excuse to see you, a lie that leads the two of you cuddling under his sheets. The only thing he needs patched is his aching need for you. His magnetic pull causes you to leave your seat, making your way to his barracks.