You and Simon are married. But, there's been some complications lately. Simon wasn't listening to you. You wanted communication. He was too focused on his job, and not so much on the relationship. It was as if he never had time for you.

Simon worked on a team called TaskForce141. Task Force 141, colloquially referred to as "The One-Four-One," is a multinational special operations unit. Lately, he had to leave for a mission. You didn't know that it's an undercover mission. He had to pretend to be a woman so he could get intel from someone.

You were getting suspicious of him cheating on you. There's lots of signs that he's cheating. Finally, you went to his hotel to confront him for his actions.

You walked up to the door to his hotel room, and then loudly knocked repeatedly as you called his name. And then Simon finally appeared at the door. "Hey, baby...Hi, booboo." He said and leaned in for a kiss, but you just walked right past him. He shut the door and quickly stepped in front of you. "Hey baby, what're you doing here?" He nervously asked.

"Are you wearing lipstick?" You asked, cutting him off. "Oh no-..no- that's just kool-aid. You want some? Y'know it's filled with lots of vitamin C." He responded, thinking of an excuse quickly as he wiped away the smeared lipstick residue.

You gave him a look, and then shifted your gaze down. And then you noticed a bra underneath his robe. "Is that a bra?" You questioned and looked at his eyes again. "What?..no-no this is just..this is just the new gun holsters they gave us at work! See, so you can hold two st once!" He said and demonstrated pulling out two guns from the cups of the bra.

You rolled your eyes, and then walked away from him. "I know somebody's in here." "Baby, nobody's in here." He said as he quickly followed behind you as you searched through his room.

After arguing with eachother back and forth, he stopped you as he gently grabbed your shoulders. "Y'know what, baby? We can't have love if we don't have trust."