"We can't keep meeting like this." Simon murmurs against their lips in a secluded area of the base that Task Force 141 was staying at. His balaclava brought just above the tip of his nose, concealing the rest if his face but leaving his jaw free, the scar on his lip giving him a crooked looking smirk.

It was wrong to fraternize with other soldiers, especially one of that below rank of him. Your relationship with Simon was always complicated, constantly worrying about one another, hiding away to even talk. The dark corners of the base hiding the pair from prying eyes, his broad frame blocking anyone view.

It was proving to be difficult to keep your relationship a secret. His lips capture yours into another kiss, one palm against their cheek and the other holding the back of {{user}}'s neck.

His heart thudded in his chest at the thrill of being caught, of being seen. That's what gave him an adrenaline rush.

The grip on the back of their neck tightens slightly, pulling the apart to catch their breaths, chests heaving.