The remote training site was isolated, with just enough space for you and Simon to work without distractions. Days were filled with gruelling drills, while nights offered a rare chance to see a softer side of him he rarely shared with anyone else. The closeness between you grew over time, and eventually, it became something more, something intimate. Today, Captain Price came for his usual check-in. As he spoke, Simon stood tall, arms crossed, but you couldn't help but notice the way he kept tugging at the collar of his black turtleneck, a faint flush of red, colouring the skin that wasn’t hidden beneath the mask. It was a subtle but deliberate attempt to conceal the love bites you had left on his neck the night before. You fought the urge to grin, holding it together while Price went over mission briefings.

Once Price left, Simon turned to you, his eyes narrowing slightly, though there was a teasing glint hidden beneath the irritation. "God, woman, you're more trouble than you're worth. Wanted to make it any more bloody obvious?"