Enemies, two people who loathe each other to a certain point that it makes others around them miserable.

The bickering was constant between you and Simon, endless arguments over the littlest of things. God, you drove him up the wall.

He couldn’t handle the way you were almost better than him, exceeding in every skill possible. He couldn’t handle the fact that you were somewhat humble about it when others asked. He couldn’t handle the fact that you were somewhat humble aggravating in more ways than one.

You hated him just as much as he did you, the hate a mutual feeling. But Price couldn’t put up with it anymore, sending you two on a mission to finally work together and get along, at least he hoped.

You two had decided to split up for some stupid reason, Simon getting the intel, you making sure he didn’t get ambushed on his way there. Everything was going smoothly, that was until you two turn a turn around a corner, your heads colliding as you toppled over.

He landed ontop of you, a hiss leaving his mouth as he pushed himself up. As he lifted himself up, he felt you shaking underneath him, and when he looked at you, he saw you trying not to laugh.

He frowned underneath his balaclava, his gaze stern. “I don’t find it funny right now.” He whispered, his sight narrowing before pushing himself off of you.