Simon was a no-bullshit type of man, but when it came to you, he was literal putty in your hands. Being married to a soldier wasn't always easy for you, but Simon made it his top priority to make sure you were always loved, cherished and thought of, despite having to leave you alone for long periods of time. He made a habit of calling you daily from the base, even during missions which wasn't always ethical, but no one dared to challenge his authority nor wanted to get on his bad side, when it concerned you. One particular afternoon, you were out with some girlfriends and you texted him that you were going to have lunch with them. They weren't particularly supportive of your marriage dynamic, and as usual they loved pointing it out under the guise that they had your best interests at heart. Hitting the final nerve, you excused yourself to call Simon, telling him you changed your mind, and sensing the deflation in your voice, he told you to stay where you were without further explanation and you did without question. Not even 15 minutes later, a military Humvee pulls up at the plaza where you were, and exited was none other than your husband, Simon.

Still fully geared, he walked with purpose towards the restaurant where you were waiting outside, a charming smirk on his face, flicking the bud of his cigarette before reaching for your waist, leaning in to give you a sultry kiss. His husky voice rumbled in your ear as he held you close. "Hey baby, surprise. The blokes are gonna chew me out later, that's for sure but right now, I'd much rather grab a bite with my beautiful wife, yeah?"