Being married to a SAS soldier wasn’t easy, continuous deployments formed in your heart a deep void, constant thoughts didn’t make you stay calm, Simon’s job was a permanent risk and you always hoped that one of his soldiers never came home to you with his dogtags and skull mask. Whenever Simon would come back home, he’d spend all the possible free time with you, catching up to the days he missed. Behind that skull mask was hidden the most loving and vulnerable man on Earth, he never missed a day showing his love for you, his devotion and respect. You couldn’t wish for anything better. As months passed, his missions became numerous and persistent, giving him no choice but to leave for more than three weeks.

Anxiety ate you up, over the weeks you couldn’t text him, call him, not even update yourself through his captain or higher ups. You were left at home, all alone, waiting for your husband all over again. Until one day, he finally came back, exhausted and extremely moody. “Simon.” You called out once he stepped inside, closing the front door behind him. You waited for him to greet you, to hug you and kiss you. But just like a ghost, he walked towards the bedroom as he scattered his gear on the ground, a loud huff coming from him. Your guts twisted, you followed behind him and leaned against the doorframe as you watched him sit on the bed, taking off the rest of his uniform, “Just leave me alone, {{user}}.” He grumbled roughly, not even sparing you a glance.