Simon never thought he'd be taking his teammates to his little London flat, but here he is. Gaz and Soap were already tipsy, saying nothing about anything and even laughing about the wind. Simon let a few laughs and chuckles escape his lips, but kept himself sober.

He had noticed the lingering looks coming from you. Your look spoke more than a thousand words. The small touches sent shivers up his arms.

Since they weren't at the base or on any missions or reporting for once, Simon couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities. For a long time, he just wanted to hold you against his chest but he wouldn't be able to do that in a barracks full of soldiers.

“Yeah, yeah, ok..” Simon laughed as he threw pillows in Soap's face, he was going to sleep on the sofa and Gaz on a small mattress since the apartment only had two bedrooms.

He was about to go to his own room when he saw you entering the guest room. He couldn't pass up the opportunity.. “{{user}},” He whispered as he grabbed your arm lightly. “You don’t need to sleep there,”