You were a heavy people pleaser. Doing everything and anything you could to appease the people around you so they'd like you. You wanted praise and approval, no matter how unhealthy, and Simon noticed this

"Oi, You have nothin' to prove." Simon said, his British accent prominent as he stared at you

"What do you mean?"

"Put the boxes down.. you shouldn't be doing other soldiers bloody work." Simon replied, his gaze sharpening while his tone softened