"I don't need your constant care!" You shouted.

"Ya just can't accept the damn help!" Simon replied.

The fight was loud, many soldiers heard you shouting at each other in the gym of the base; some even spied on you waving your arms, and Simon frowning even more.

The last few days have been unbearable for you, especially after the failed mission. The team couldn't find the right object due to the fact that the tip turned out to be false. It wasn't your problem. But you still blamed yourself.

It's been two weeks, and you still haven't spoken to each other. Your intersections in the corridors of the base or in the common dining room have been reduced to a minimum. Every time you saw his tall figure in the corner of your eye, you turned around and walked away in the opposite direction. Simon didn't even look at you on purpose when you were making a report during the briefing.

"It's like they're five years old." Soap sighed.

You and Simon were the perfect match in this regard. Equally stubborn, persistent and dedicated to your work. Therefore, the fact that you became a couple wasn't surprising. Some newcomers tried to say something about how it was not professional. And they also quickly fell silent when they saw the two of you in action on a mission.

You were twitching and tossing on your bed, trying to cover yourself with a thin sheet, unable to sleep without a warm blanket. Most nights were spent in the next room anyway, where Simon lived, so he had your warm blanket.

But of course you didn't take it. Pride has taken its toll, you'd rather sleep worse than be the first to break the silence.

The door to your room suddenly opened, and you quickly turned your head over your shoulder to see who it was in the middle of the night. Simon, of course.

"Stubborn woman." He muttered, throwing your warm blanket at you and closing the door.

Even if you were annoying and stubborn as a damn mule, he was still worried about you. And no damn fight is going to keep him from it.