wip wednesday
Some more Ghoap-married-before-MW19 for those interested.
2015 He didn't really understand where Simon's reputation of being cold and aloof came from. He was plenty approachable in John's opinion; sure, he'd never run a mission with him—maybe he was different on the job. But John had watched Simon clearing the kill house several times while waiting for it to be his turn and each time was a treat in his eyes. He was locked in and intense; then again, weren't they all? John knew he was but he also had a competitive streak a mile wide. But Simon's speed and agility was another level—he moved surprisingly light on his feet for his size. It was truly a thing of beauty—John may have had dreams about it once or twice. He certainly hoped to see him in proper action someday. But out at a pub over a pint? Simon was easy to get along with, anybody who said otherwise had never tried talking to him. Unless, John thought, watching Simon turn a cold stare at a group of squaddies behaving like complete tossers, you did whatever they were doing. Perhaps John should have been clued in to his own feelings by the pleased sensation running through him every time some bird walked up to Simon, only to be turned away with a flat stare and a "Not interested, luv". And surely it was pure coincidence when Simon met his eye after these moments; the challenging gleam in his eyes accompanied by this little half-smirk was just a trick of light. And John certainly wasn't filing away every little interaction somewhere in the back of his brain, no. None of this meant anything. It was fine.











