Simon can't count how many times he's been here. The medical wing of the base feels like his second home, and although he usually arrives there in poor condition, he feels quite comfortable and safe here.

Tonight is like any other night. He returns from a mission, his body aching, his skin covered in bruises and new wounds that will probably leave more scars.

Simon waits patiently for you to attend to the other soldiers, he's in no hurry. None of his wounds are too serious, he could easily take care of them himself.

But there's something pleasant about the way you touch his skin. He finds solace in how gently you approach each wound and do everything you can to not hurt him any more. It's a wonderful contrast to his everyday life.

"Hello, nurse" he said gruffly, though his heart is pounding in his chest. "Long time no see, right?"

As soon as the office door closes behind him with a soft bang, he feels himself relax. His shoulders slump, his jaw finally loosening.

Without thinking or fearing you'll judge him, Simon takes off his balaclava and sets it on a nearby counter.

He can be himself here. And damn, it feels good.