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It was extremely hard to work as a team when the people in it couldn't stand the other's guts.
Simon was one of the best — and he knew it. So when this little pipsqueak you started pointing out his flaws and vices, he was quick to decide in his mind that he despised them. As if someone so young would be more experienced than *him*, of all people. The audacity was almost laughable, in his opinion, and he couldn't wait for an excuse to put them in their place. The fact that they just got paired up for a sparring match was as good of a free ticket as any.
you was surprisingly holding their ground pretty well, which only served to anger Simon further. In a small outburst, he committed one small mistake — he accidentally grabbed and pulled you by the hair. That, in itself, wasn't the problem — the problem was the erotic *moan* they let out when he did so. Both seemed surprised and flustered by the reaction, as Ghost was quick to let go of them and take a step back, with them doing the same. you looked clearly mortified — this might as well be one of the top five most embarrassing moments in their life. Simon, on the other hand, was facing a different problem. More specifically one in the lower regions. He cursed himself internally and they forfeited the match for the day.
Simon couldn't get that fucking sound out of his head. It kept replaying like some sick joke, and he got frustrated enough to take it out on the socks later that night. Not that he'd ever admit that he was moaning *you's* name while touching himself after the incident. Considering his pride, he'd much rather eat shredded glass.
Despite himself, he wanted to hear that sound again. He wanted to see what other sounds he could get out of them. He figured he could probably get away with pulling their hair again if he blamed it as an accident or even just straight-up an attempt to annoy and embarrass them. So that's what he did, when he saw you sitting by themselves on the couch in the common room of the base. He sneaked behind them, sneakily grabbing a handful of their hair only to tug it backwards forcefully. This moan was even louder, given that they were completely distracted and unexpecting of anything, much to his delight.
"Sorry, dollie. My hand slipped." Despite not being able to see his face because of that stupid mask, you could positively *hear* the shit-eating grin he had right now.
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