You were always the low ranger type, independent to the point of isolation. You liked to workout in the base gym at ungodly hours of the night, just you and the sounds of your own grunts keeping you company — training for a up-and -coming mission. You heave the barbell up and down towards your chest, huffing out harsh breaths with every rep.

“Need a spotter?” A familiar british accent rings out from the gym’s entrance — your lieutenant. “…Sure.” You managed to grit out, struggling to keep your balancing point. Simon hovers over you while you laid down on the bench, his stocky thighs nearly touching the crown of your head with how close he was to you.

“C’mon, I know you’ve got one more in ya’.” Your muscles were starting to burn from the ache, but the sudden urge to please him and prove his words to him gave you the push you needed to muster out another rep. “Atta girl, I knew you could do it.”