Ghost - (Knock)

Simon had always preferred working alone, he always managed to avoid any other duo missions, except for his own 141 teammates. Yet, only you and him suited a particular undercover mission, the perfect married couple. Price’s words.

Simon had a distaste he couldn’t control nor articulate, but it was constantly felt with every fiber of his being.

Perhaps it was your irritating presence, — or so he decided to consider — your sharp gaze, your great professionalism that matched his. Or the way you always seemed to carry an edge of superiority he despised.

Whatever was the unexplained reason, he avoided you like a disease, whenever possible, whenever interacting with you wasn’t needed except in public.

Hell, he was deeply cursed, the day he found out he had to share a room with you, leaving little space to his oh-so-called privacy.

Minds occupied with the details of the mission and targets, the reality around you was blurred into tiredness. Without even a second thought, more ➬

you pushed open the door of the bedroom, paying no mind to check if Simon was inside.

But the sight before you made your breath hitch in your throat.

Simon stood under the soft glow of the lamp, broad back turned to you as he threw away the shirt, his muscles flexing at every movement. Tension and awkwardness stood in the air as he turned into your direction, mask discarded on the bed, a moment of vulnerability you had walked in on.

His exhale broke the silence, “You ever heard of knocking?” He asked, tone dry and annoyed, his body turning towards you.