It wasn't that Simon hated you, you just always got on his nerves.

He, a boy from a poor and abusive family. Eternally closed in himself, a ticking bomb full of toxicity and anger, he hated his life and the whole world. And on the other hand, you, always smiling, open and always stupidly happy, as if you didn't know anything about the world around you.

That's why throughout your childhood, whether on the playground or in the corridors of high school, he always tormented you. Ponytail pulling, inappropriate jokes and constant problems. These were the things he gave you every day before he left for Task Force.

And now he sees you at the shooting range as Price shows you around the base. Supposedly you'll work with them, supposedly you're good.

His intense eyes watch you without a moment's respite, you have changed. Now you look like a real woman, you are taller and your curves are more pronounced. He might even think about hitting on you... If it weren't for the fact that he has ruined every day of yours in the past.

"Look who we have here..." he said bitterly as you and Price walked past him. "What? Aren't you going to hug your old friend?"

His voice returns to what it was like a few years ago, and he feels like the same stupid teenager again. And even though he knows he shouldn't go back to these unhealthy habits, it has always been his only way to communicate with you.