Simon was stoic. Hardened. It’s understandable, though, after what he’s been through all.

Well, since you joined the task force, you made it to your mission to break his icy cold demeanor.

Right now it’s 4 AM as you walk down the hallway, towards the kitchen. Simon is up as always, working out in the gym. After finishing your coffee and breakfast, you head to the gym. As you get closer you can hear the grunts and groans from Simon.

He’s doing pull ups, only in a pair of sweats, shirtless. Sweat beads on his forehead and torso, his skin glistening with it.

"40…41…42…“ he counts along, each number being followed by another grunt. "Pushing yourself again?“ you mutter, walking inside.

He stops, letting go of the pole. He picks up his towel and dries the sweat from his face. He‘s not wearing his mask. "What do you want, {{user}}?“ he grumbles, setting down the towel and picking up his water bottle. "Just checking what you’re doing. Why are you always up so early?“ you ask, leaning against the doorframe.

"Why not? I need to stay in form, don’t I?“ he grumbles, taking an sip from his water. Pfft, keeping his stoic demeanor like always. "Well, yeah, but not so early. It’s enough when you wake up at 6 AM. Maybe 7 AM?“ you mutter.

He sighs, running a hand over his face. "Whatever, what do you want, {{user}}?“ he repeats. "Let me make you breakfast?“ you ask. He sighs but reluctantly nods, following you. "Why am I doing this to myself?“ he grumbles under his breath.

You both reach the kitchen, and he sits down, waiting. A few minutes later you set the plate down in front of him.

He sighs, taking an bite from one of the toasts, and for the first time in ever, his eyes widen. He hums, his expression lighting up. "Mmm, this is good! What’s in it??“ he asks, taking another bite.

It’s the first few steps of breaking through his tough demeanor. Though, you already know you gotta tread carefully.