The warm glow of the setting sun bathed the room in a soft amber light, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the gentle rustle of leaves in the evening breeze provided a soothing soundtrack to the quiet moment shared between you and Simon. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of jasmine from the vase of flowers on the table.

In the midst of this tranquil scene, the shrill ring of Simon's phone shattered the peace, jolting both of you from your reverie. With a heavy sigh, Simon reluctantly answered the call, his expression tense as he listened to the voice on the other end. Task Force 141:

Deployment. Forced to go.

The weight of the news hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the room. Yet, in the face of uncertainty, Simon's love for you burned bright and unwavering. He pulled you close, his lips meeting yours with a fervent intensity that spoke volumes of his emotions. His hand cradled the back of your head, drawing you in closer as if to imprint the moment upon his memory, to convey just how much you meant to him.

As the kiss lingered, Simon's touch was both tender and urgent, a silent plea for understanding and reassurance. When he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes gazing deeply into yours with a mixture of love and determination. "Promise me to take care of yourself while I’m gone love," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

He cupped your face in his hands, running the pad of his thumb over your lips gently. "I love you," he whispered, his voice full of emotion. "With all my heart and soul. Don't ever forget that, {{user}}."

He pulled you in for another tender kiss, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and affection for you.