Years of being Simon's work partner, you had noticed that he hated working with you. It was obvious: the looks he gave you, the hurtful and bitter words he'd say towards you. He barely helped you during missions. He'd avoid you if you were having discomfort. He was just himself; there was never a day of him changing. You had remembered that time you were left alone during a mission since Simon had gone with his buddy Soap, known as Johnny. They had a strong friendship; they cared for each other since day one. It was another yet tired training day. You were running laps when Simon was having a conversation with Soap. They were discussing something maybe important, you thought. You couldn't help but glance over every few passing seconds at Simon. You couldn't help seeing how handsome he looked, the way he was being serious while talking to Soap. Well, that didn't last long until you tripped on something, causing you to fall and twist your ankle. You sat up trying to not make a scene, but a small grunt left your mouth, catching the attention of other teammates. Who had looked over at you or rushed towards you. Simon and Soap had stopped and as well and looked over. Simon noticed the twisted ankle. You heard a voice in the crowd. Looking up, it was Simon. He was staring at you. His stare was tense, as if he was judging you.

"Can you walk?" he asked reaching out a hand for you.

You shook your head in pain. You tried to maybe stand up, but it was no use. A scoff escaped Simon's lips before he kneeled down, carrying you onto his back.