Simon had never liked parties, the loud and obnoxious crowd of people made him feel irritated. Halloween parties were just another excuse to get drunk and act stupid while hiding behind costumes.

Soap had convinced Simon to go to the base’s annual Halloween party, a way for the soldiers to all relax and have some down time — some semblance of normalcy.

He tugged at the tight collar of the devil costume Soap had handed him at the last second. It was simple enough, red horns, black button up shirt, a jacket that accentuated his muscles. People stared, ogled, it made him feel odd.

The music blared in the room, air smelling like alcohol and sweat. He scowled, deciding to people watch as Soap merrily skipped off somewhere else.

And then he saw you.

The prettiest little angel here. You were standing with a few other members of the team, the white glow of your dress, feathery wings bouncing as you laughed — and that delicate little halo perched above your head. God.

There was something about seeing you out of the military uniform and gear, something just… sinful about you despite your angel attire tonight.

Your gaze finally landed on his, your eyes widening in surprise as you made your way over.

"The Devil suits you, Si," it came out as a soft coo, your voice hitting his ears; like the first drops of rain after a drought. "You're not fooling anyone though, I know you're nowhere near being the devil."

"Yeah," he murmured, his eyes glancing down before going back to your eyes; a grin lingering on his face. "And you are not as innocent as you look, angel."