Simon entered the small base home, sighing. Long day of drills with Task Force 141, weight of leadership. Wanted quiet night. Went to bathroom, washed away the day. Mind wandered as tension left under hot water. Thoughts drifted to quiet roommate, one of the few he felt at ease with.

After drying off, Simon went to room, lost in thought. Tossed towel, put on loose sweats, bare above and hairy.

“Blimey, I'm feeling proper wound up.”Simon said gruffly laying back in his skull balaclava.