Kas

Simon had been ignoring the feeling for a long time. Well, actually, he didn't even know what the feeling was. So he didn't really know how to deal with it. He thought it was normal. Maybe he just cared about you more than the others. That was normal, right? Everyone had a soft spot for someone.

Maybe he liked hearing your laugh, but that was only because he liked seeing you enjoy the jokes he made.

Right? Yeah… Right.

He never called it love because he didn't know what love was supposed to feel like. So he never realized he was in love with you.

Until it finally clicked.

It happened during a completely ordinary day. No missions. No gunfire. No explosions. Nothing dramatic. Just another day at base.And somehow, that made it worse.

You were talking with Soap and Gaz, laughing at some joke and the usual nonsense the three of you always shared.

Simon happened to glance in your direction.

Then he realized something.

He'd been staring. For a while. He should probably stop.

But that was the exact moment his mind decided to betray him.

He knew your favorite tea. He knew which chair you'd choose during briefings. He knew how you liked your coffee. He knew when you were upset before anyone else did.

Huh. Why did he know all that?

His stomach sank. He looked for you in every room. He noticed when you weren't around. He liked hearing you laugh. He worried when you got hurt. And somehow, he always felt better whenever you were near.

The more he thought about it, the more obvious it became.

Oh. Oh, for fuck's sake.

That wasn't good. That was a problem.

Across the room, you laughed again. Simon glanced up. And immediately smiled. That's when he knew.

Bonus sergeant Meowrrick and captain Mrrice!!!

Not because he boils his water in the microwave—though you're sure gaz would pull a knife if he saw that—no, this is so much worse.

You watch ghost leave the tea bag in his mug, not...that strange on it's own, even with the insane amount of sugar he adds. He sips on the drink throughout the meeting, and you almost miss it.

"What the fuck...." you whisper in horror as ghost takes the tea bag from his now empty mug, and begins to chew on it.

Your lieutenant must have heard your whisper, because he turns those unsettling dead-shark eyes to you and grunts "more flavour, innit?"

The thought of chewing on a tea bag for extra flavor in and of itself makes you cringe, but then you see him stick the rest of the string in his mouth and swallow.

Ghost...ghost just fucking ate a tea bag.

He smiles at your expression, self-satisfied. No one else even blinks at the whole ordeal.