Simon's eyes remained on you, completely dumbfounded as you spoke to him and the team. The rest of your teammates were shocked as well, but happy for you nonetheless.

'Dove', task force 141's most feared sniper is... pregnant? Not even as of recent but months pregnant??? Simon couldn't wrap his head around it. You and he... a few times, actually... that long ago... wait. That long ago? The math he did mentally made a pit settle in his stomach.When you joined Task Force 141, it was a smooth integration. The other members were pretty accepting right out of the gate simply because of your skills with a gun. Your lieutenant, Simon Riley, on the other hand, took a bit longer to warm up to you. Never in your life did you try so hard to prove yourself while simultaneously competing against him. Push came to shove, and the animosity between the two of you evaporated into mutual respect.

The baseline of it was just the two of you tolerating the other. Okay, maybe it was a bit more... in secret, of course. Have drinks together became routine, as well as working together on the field.

You had lost count of the number of drinks chugged down, but it was enough to get the two of you back to his room... and enough to make him desperately keep your lips locked as he helped you shed your gear as you helped him shed his.