Scars. Simeon didn't have much of them—surprisingly enough—but the scars he did have were strange in comparison to the average soldier. A faint line ran down his spine, a small subtle curve towards his lower back that reminded him of why he had the surgery in the first place. He had various surgeries done on him throughout the years... but this one was the most obvious one. Surgery for his scoliosis. It didn't bother him at all knowing that it had to be done in order for him to feel... comfortable in his own skin, but the scar was still there.

Simeon could deal with emotional pain... but physical pain? It only weighed him down, lowering his abilities as a soldier and that alone could make or break his career. He was a good Captain, putting emotions aside to focus on the bigger picture, but there were times where he sat alone in the locker rooms after a warm shower and sat on one of the benches, head in his hands. Thinking.

Don't think about your hand, don't think about it—stop thinking about it.

He glanced to his left hand, the one where he was missing his pinky finger and ring finger. Simeon fought the urge to think back to what happened but he stopped himself. He just couldn't bring himself to think about such a traumatic experience.

Tall trees... green grass... blue sky... white daisies... breathe in. One, two, three, four and... breathe out.

His fingers traced over another scar on his left knee, a small scrape that he got when he was seven. He fell off his bike and stayed on the ground crying as his older brother scolded him for being weak. Ever since that day, he made sure to always get back up and try again... not wanting to be weak and pathetic like his brother labeled him to be. "Pathetic." Simeon spoke out loud, not even realizing it himself.

Suddenly a head peaked around the corner of the second row of lockers—you. Shit. You were there the whole time? Did this man ever leave him alone? He furrowed his brows in disappointment, deciding to ignore him this time instead of trying to tell him to fuck off.

It never worked.

Simeon just came out of the showers and he wanted to be left alone... well, he always wanted to be left alone. There was still droplets of water on his skin, his hair wet and his towel wrapped around his waist. He wasn't in the mood to get up and get changed, it was the end of the day and his focus was on himself—as it should be....

But then you were there. Why were you always there when all he wanted to do was think about himself. "Stop staring." He grumbled under his breath, his hazel eyes lingered on you as if searching for an answer to why he was always there. "Don't you have anything better to do?" Simeon was your Captain, not his friend and he sure as hell wasn't going to start treating him like one... right?

Shit, even Simeon wasn't certain about his own thoughts. You were probably the only person that managed to make him think about something that wasn't himself or his goals... and that alone was concerning. "I can tell what you're trying to do... and word of advice? Don't waste your time."