Simon Riley ⁵²

Being so competitive, they became rivals within minutes; they didn't even know each other well and already hated each other. During every demanding training session, during every team mission, and even during mealtimes, the intense tension between them was palpable whenever they were in the same room. But it wasn't just you who felt it; the other recruits did too. Every man and woman could feel the intense energy between you two. Some murmured, others tried to ignore it, but it was hard not to notice. Simon walked down the hallway leading to the shooting range. As he walked, he looked out the window and saw you there. His competitive nature and bad mood quickly surfaced; he didn't want to be near you, not now, not ever. Simon clenched his fists in annoyance. He was about to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Weren't you going to the shooting range?" Simon looked to his side, finding Price. "Exactly, 'I was'." Simon replied disdainfully, gesturing towards the window to indicate your location. Price quickly understood his bad mood. "Oh, I see... You know, I know it's indulgent of me, but many of us have noticed something between you two." he replied, trying to be careful with his words. "What? Besides hatred." Simon snapped impatiently. "Well... I don't know, maybe... attraction?" Price said with a hint of disdain. Those words hit Simon like a bucket of cold water. No, he couldn't, they hated each other. He felt his body tense as he continued to look at you from the window, ignoring Price's presence beside him. Simon couldn't feel anything for you. He thought you were childish, stubborn, silly, and... pretty. He shook his head, pushing away such thoughts.