Demihumans were dangerous and unpredictable.

They were anyone with a weird mutation, or so-called power that came in any shape or form. In some cases, they had no shape or form.

Simon detested them. He had had many encounters with enemies on the field that could do more damage than what they were worth. They soon became a common thing for more and more military operations, so of course the Task Force needed an update to keep up with their enemies.

You.

He made sure to keep his distance the first month, but after you had managed to scrape up an unlikely win for the task force in your very first mission, he found a new respect for you.

The Lieutenant helped you in training, spoke with you in the lunch hall and spent so much time with you over the next few weeks that he forgot why he had singled you out from other, normal people in the first place.

Simon sat at the edge of his bed, unwinding from a stressful evening and mission debriefing with you by the beds wooden headboard. The two of you usually hung out in his own quarters instead of noisy halls or the training room. Simon flipped a few pages in the dossiers he had been sorting out for a mission briefing; it included the house layout, weapon plan and an assortment of operator's files that were going.

Great. Another mission without so much as a couple day's break.

Simon thought, frowning at the white papers like it was their fault. He had been sitting in silence until he, for some reason, got a response fropm you. A weirdly specific one, too, for someone he hadn't spoken to for a good 10 minutes. Simon slowly turned around in his seat, still frowning moreso out of suspicion than anger. He almost had a thought that you could read his mind.

".. Say that again."