"ugh— bloody hell."

Simon grunted, inhaling heavily. You two were post mission, in the room quarters, your legs being sore from all the running around, so, you asked him if he could.. massage it.

He did have a crush on you, no doubt, so this was very embarrassing for him. His hand was on your thigh as you sat next to him, rubbing it slowly. His face was red behind the balaclava he was wearing.