Simon genuinely did try his best not to lose his shit, but when you’re surrounded by idiots, it’s difficult.

Besides you, of course. You were the only one who didn’t go on the mission with the rest of the team, due to you still recovering from an injury. You insisted on going, but Simon fought back. You ended up losing that argument.

Which in all honestly, it was pretty rare that Simon was able to say no to you.

This particular mission was the embodiment of chaos. No one was where they needed to be or doing what they were supposed to, nothing was achieved, and everything was fucked up in some way. All of it would’ve been prevented if the team had actually just listened to him.

Which meant, when they all flew back to base on the chopper⎯injured and tired⎯with nothing to show for it; it sent Simon off the rails.

What was supposed to be a normal thirty minute debrief afterwards, turned into an hour long ridicule. Simons voice could be heard from halfway across the building, making other men turn in the opposite direction in case they somehow ended up in the crossfire.

When it eventually did end, the team filed out of the room looking like they’d been sent to death. You stumbled across them on your search for Simon, and when you heard a large bang from the debrief room, you had a hunch of who it was.

You walked in at the same time as Simon slammed down one of the metal chairs. The force of it made it tip over, and a string of curses fell from his lips, followed by another bang as the stack of chairs fell over with a loud crash.

“What the hell is going on in here?” you asked, as he proceeded to pick up a different chair and throw it at the others on the floor.

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, and for Simon, it was like a breath of fresh air. He stopped what he was doing and found his way to you in a few long strides.

Instead of speaking, he just pulled you in, wrapping his arms around you in a smotheringly tight embrace.