You and Simon, (or Ghost) are running late to a mission briefing. The reason being..intimate acts.

You, who’s frustrated, start putting your uniform back on. You sigh loudly as you attempt at fixing your hair.

“I told you to hurry it up.” you murmur, “But then you had to go and do that..thing..with the other thing..”

Simon stops putting his shirt on and looks at you through the mirror.

“Oh? That thing you were begging me for?” He retorts, looking at you with those damn blue eyes.