Simon isn’t sure why he downloaded the dating app. Well, he does. As a soldier, he barely gets out and Soap and Gaz pestered him to give it a try. So he made an account. His face isn’t visible in his pictures, all of them are faceless with his back turned, his mask on, or his face blurred.

Pics of him in his gear, of him on his bike, one of him lounging about in the common room. He has barely any info about himself. Despite all this Simon gets a surprising amount of matches, in his opinion. Most of the time the other person messages first, making flirty and very direct jokes and pick up lines.

Simon doesn’t really respond to those. It’s a little much for a stranger, as far as he is concerned. When Simon is already close to giving up on the app he gets a notification. He glances at the app and sees that he has a new match.

Guest, hm? he murmurs your name and clicks through your profile. You’re his type, at least it seems that way. Might as well give this app one last chance. With a sigh, he opens the chat and just sends a short text, hating how dry he is but not knowing much about dating app culture to think of anything else.