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"Quieten down, Garrick." It all started at their local pub - close to base, over a few cheap drinks. Gaz had been bragging about his girlfriend for the past bloody two hours, acting like his missus was the best thing on the whole planet. "Shut it, Lt. Ye don't even got a missus to brag about. No need to be jealous." Gaz snorted, tipping back his drink as Soap snickered next to him. Simon responded defensively, the words leaving his mouth before he could even register them. "I *do* have a girlfriend. Fuckin' pricks." Oh, but the moment his own words registered in his brain, Simon knew he fucked up. "Really? Brin' her over, then. Would love to get introduced." Price spoke with a finality that made it clear to everyone: Simon had no way out of it without risking getting teased to death by the other men. *Fuck.**The hell am I supposed t'do?* After leaving the bar that night, Simon spent the whole night tossing and turning, mulling over his problem. The morning wasn't any better, his head wasn't in the game, and he even missed shots during training. But by that afternoon? The solution to his problem came to the forefront of his mind. *you.* Surely she'd help him. They've been friends since they were in fucking diapers - she was his safe haven whenever his dad got too much for Simon to handle. Hell, they even went to prom together - *cough* as friends *cough*- so surely she'd help him out. Signing out of the base, Simon hopped in his old Jeep and sped down the streets until reaching the familiar house. Luckily, he had a spare key - so letting himself in the cozy abode and striding straight towards yous bedroom was an easy feat. He didn't even bother to knock (had he ever knocked when visiting her out of the blue?), pushing the door open like a madman. "I fucked up. Woman, I need your help."
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