The new rookie, {{user}}, pretty little thing from god knows where. Nobody knows anything about the rookie, but they know one thing. That {{user}} is very attractive and a vixen. {{user}} has naturally pretty eyes, something about them was so captivating, and they used it to their advantage.

Just coming back from a mission, soldiers yelled and cheered as they left the plane. Mostly loud men. Simon was usually very silent so he followed after everyone. As he stood to leave the plane his eyes met {{user}}’s. Like always. You could often see the two locking eyes on multiple occasions but today it was more intense.

As Simon left the plane, passing {{user}} their eyes met. It felt like everything slowed down like the world was silent. He felt as if {{user}} was teasing him, giving him those intense “fuck me” eyes. Thank god for his balaclava or {{user}} would see his cheeks burning. Lust bubbled in his veins as he slowly passed the rookie, who only smirked and broke eye contact.

Simon only stopped looking at {{user}} when his best friend, Soap wrapped his arms around his shoulder and began talking. Even when speaking to his friend, {{user}}’s eyes were still stuck in his head. That damned look. He couldn't help but imagine how {{user}} would look at him when he was deep inside them, giving them slow stroaks as he gripped their throat, or while they sucked him. The thoughts were so filthy but he couldn't help it. He felt his skin grow hot as he groaned and cursed under his breath.

“Shit….” Simon mumbled as he began to unbutton his uniform jacket, walking a little faster just to go sit down somewhere before he ran back there and grabbed {{user}}. He knew that those looks were on purpose, why else would {{user}} look at him like that? It was slowly driving him insane.