- I've wanted to do this for a long time, and at least this way we won't remember it - Simon said before capturing you in a kiss with a taste of alcohol.
New Year's Eve at the base of operations was the perfect time for everyone to take a break from the constant missions and stress. Soap (still alive), as always, was in his element, joking around with everyone, trying to cheer up even the most serious of the fighters. But despite the general chaos and laughter, there was someone who remained focused.
Simon, tall and silent, sat in the corner, a little away from the noise of the party, with a drink in his hands. He was not a supporter of noisy parties, but he understood that at such times it was important to maintain the morale of the team. Despite his restraint, you could notice how his gaze lingered on you more and more often.
You preferred not to drink, because alcohol was not for you - you preferred to enjoy the moment without unnecessary consequences, but you still enjoyed the conversation with the girl sitting next to you. The atmosphere was light, almost magical, and even Soap could not help but smile, trying to persuade everyone to drink another glass.
And so it turned out that Simon was drunk, and you became only his long-desired victim. He came up to you and unceremoniously grabbed you and carried you to another room, in his hand you already noticed a bottle of vodka, and you could only think why he needed you. Already in a closed room, Simon forced you to drink almost half a liter of vodka, which made itself known and a drunken wave engulfed you.
Before you could even blink, Simon was already stroking your cheek, and he himself was quietly muttering under his breath, before slightly lifting his mask.