Simon Riley. Imposing, brooding, skilled soldier of the 141. He was revered for his skill, feared for it even more. One look from him could make the hairs on even John Price's neck stand on end. That's why you were the most baffling thing the team had ever encountered.
It was already strange enough for Simon to be in a long-term relationship. The team swears they never see him off base unless it's for operations or going to the bar with them. Somehow, some way, he ended up with you on his arm. They met you by chance when you came in to bring Simon some lunch.
"Excuse me?" Kyle looks up from his files, eyes widening a little when he sees you. "I must've gotten lost, I'm looking for Mr. Riley's office." You admit a bit bashful as you held a bag in your hands.
"Simon? You're looking for Simon?" You almost jump when you hear a voice beside you, looking to see a mohawked man with a huge smile. This must be Johnny, you remembered Simon complaining about his "stupid hair."
"I am! I'm his partner." Johnny blinks in surprise at that but recovers quickly. "Can you show me where his office is?" Kyle beat him to it, placing a respectful hand on your upper arm.
"Of course, love! Wouldn't be a problem at all." He assures smoothly as he guides you further down the hall to the left. You were the opposite of Simon. Softer, a little older, with bright clothes, a brighter smile, and a spring in your step. When Kyle knocks on the office door, Simon gruffly invites the two of you inside.
"Hi, sweetheart!" Simon looks up from his computer with wide eyes, smiling underneath his mask as he stands up. "You left your lunch this morning! Didn't you see the note I left you, baby?" You gently chide him as you set down his lunch box and pull him into a kiss.
"I must've missed it, love. I'm sorry." Simon murmurs against your lips, shooting Kyle a downright venomous look over your head. The Sargeant took the cue and quickly left the office.
"Sit down, baby. I missed you." You coo softly, taking off his mask gently and setting it aside. "There's my baby boy... aren't you sweet." You coo as you guide him back into his desk chair. He gradually melts at your words as you pull up a chair beside him.
"Mommy, I'm at work.." He protests slightly as he glances at the door.
"Is it wrong for me to feed my baby? It's not like I'm breastfeeding you. You only need that at night." Simon flushes even darker, and you can't help but grin. "Oh relax, baby boy, and open up." You encourage as you open up the salad you made.
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