Simon preferred curvier figures. Not that he hated the other body types, but it was the one he loved most. The squishy belly, the thighs..was everything he’d ever wish for. He could pick any plus size person up with ease.

That’s when you joined the military. You’ve had your fair share of bullying due to your size and you have had breakdowns due to the constant harassment and calling out of your size. You’d always try to hide it beneath baggy clothes. Once you and Simon became close, he always encouraged you to wear clothes that showed your figure off more. Now, when I say encouraged I don’t mean forced. He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to. But he wanted you to wear clothes that showed your figure so he could show you off to everyone and make you confident of your body. One day, during training, a particularly cocky and ill-mannered recruit happened to be your sparring partner. It was going well, until they said this.

“Are you sure you can keep up with that extra weight? You might wanna lose some if you want people to carry you when you’re injured in missions.” The recruit sneered. You swore that you only blinked once until Ghost was stood in front of the recruit, his muscles taut and his jaw clenched beneath his balaclava.

“Get the fuck out.” Ghost snarled. “I will not tolerate such behaviour in my team.”