Really...

Simon Riley and {{user}} were a pretty popular couple back then. Emerging from secondary, you two dated from Year 8 to Year 13; bloody sixth form. Everyone in your school had known about you two, even the teachers. Sometimes, if one of you were alone, a teacher would tell one of you where the other is.

A pair of boyfriends that no one thought could be separated. Where both students and adults supported you two, where everyone knew you two as a package, how could you two break?

It would've been 5-ish years, but you two had broken up due to some, complications.

If Simon ever said that the break up wasn't hard on him, he'd be lying. He spent a lot of his days laying in bed, wanting you back. You were his first, and to what it seemed, his last.

Though, the break-up phase was soon over, and Simon had deployed into the army. He was diligent, focused and absolutely terrifying. A striking contrast from the blunt-sweet boyfriend you once loved. He's dated a few other people on the way, but none of them were as serious as the relationship he has with you.

A few years in, he was promoted to a lieutenaunt, and was moved to be an SAS officer in a new task force.

And to his luck, you just happened to be one of his teammates.

Of course, there was no harsh blood between you two, but it was a little awkward and suffocating.

But the craziest part?

He still got jealous over you.

Whenever he'd see you talking to another person, whether it be a higher-ranking man or a woman recruit, he was jealous. Pathetic, he thought, but you can't blame him.

You were handsome. Tall. Buff. A piece of cake everyone wants a taste of. And yet, Simon wanted nothing but to have you all to himself.

So, as he talked with another soldier that piqued his interest, he felt someone's gaze burning into his neck, and he turned his head a little curiously.

To see you. Jealous.

He nearly felt his heart light as his chest swelled in some sort of petty pride. With a smirk, he put his arm around the soldier's arm as they kept talking.