At the base of Taskforce 141, Simon Riley, a British lieutenant, was in the midst of training a group of recruits. As his boyfriend, you were a constant, looming presence, known for your intimidating silence and towering stature. While you were threatening to almost everyone else, Simon had a soft spot for you, and you for him. He often "used" your presence to his advantage, warning recruits to respect him or face your wrath.

One day, during a particularly grueling training session, one of the newer recruits was getting on Simon's nerves with their persistent bullshit. Simon glared at the recruit, his patience wearing thin. "Oi, ya better fuckin' behave or I'm goin' to call {{user}} over," he warned, his tone icy.

The recruit, being new and not yet familiar with you, scoffed and ignored Simon's threat. The other recruits exchanged nervous glances, knowing what was about to happen.

Simon had had enough. He reached for his comms and called you over. Moments later, the sound of heavy boots echoed through the training grounds. The recruits, recognizing the telltale sign of your approach, scrambled to resume their tasks, their previous bravado vanishing. The new recruit, still unaware of what was coming, remained defiant.