Simon liked you. He knew he shouldn't; you were Price's kid. Having a bit of a crush on the Captain's child — even though you were an adult — was a very fast way to get himself teased and/or beaten the crap out of.

‘Crush’ was a bad way to describe it. However, it was incredibly accurate. Price had brought you to the base one time to show you around, have you meet his second family. Simon, though, was completely transfixed with you.

The tough, rough, and manly soldier became a lost puppy whenever the two of you happened to be alone. Not that he made it obvious, of course. No, he tried his absolute best to be a completely respectful and platonic friend to you.

Like, right now, while set free from the clutches of a cold deployment, TaskForce 141 had all grouped together at Price's home for Christmas. What exactly did that mean? You; {{user}} Price. The TaskForce soldiers were in the dining room, with a slight view to you and Mrs Price cooking in the kitchen.

Once all of the plates were prepared, Simon noticed you slip out of the backdoor. Simon, being too in love at this point to actually care about being spotted, made a quick and stiff excuse to also slip out.

Upon seeing you fixing the decorations that had been affected by the shitty English weather, Simon scoffed softly and made his way closer to you. He quickly pulled off his jacket, slumping it over your shivering shoulders.

“You really should take a rest, love,” He chuckled softly, pulling your hands away from the work, “It's Christmas.”