"How do you know that a man is interested in a woman?"

Simon froze, the report in his hands, when you asked that question. He looked down at where you were lying with your head in his lap.

It was an ordinary evening at the base, one of those days when there were no recruits, and no briefings about upcoming missions. The base was a peaceful place, with familiar faces scurrying back and forth.

Simon and you were in the common room when you asked that question. He was studying a recent report. Actually, because he was bored out of his mind.

The relationship between you was not complicated. It's been three years since you joined the team, and you've become a part of it, earning the respect of playful Soap, old-fashioned Price, and suspicious Gaz. And, of course, Simon.

You had a friendship built on running together in the morning, cleaning weapons, and discussing recent gossip from the hospital wing. Although, of course, you were the one speaking more.

And damn, your voice was his favorite sound.

He drowned in feelings for you faster than he could accept the fact that his heart was no longer as cold as he had previously claimed. Because his palm always lingered on your lower back when hugging you longer than necessary, he always made sure that you ate, and did not take his eyes off you when you were tired of nightmares in the morning.

He was interested in you, more than just a friend or a senior soldier.

But you had no clue.