Simon Riley, also once known as his codename ‘Ghost’, didn’t ever imagine his future being like this; living in a family house with his partner, who he now considered his spouse.

Having worked in the same Task Force, you both knew the highs and lows of it all. But that was the past. Simon had worked on forgetting his military career to focus on building a family and a life with you, and he didn’t regret any of it.

He was currently in the kitchen eating dinner: lasagna (yummy). You, on the other hand, were in the master bedroom, doing your cleaning duties. And that’s when, discarded in the ‘do not touch’ drawer, you accidentally found Simon’s old ghost mask, along with some eyeblack paint.

A sudden wave of nostalgia hit you: you missed the good ol’ days in the Task Force, and you felt an urge to relive the feeling. Sat in front of your vanity, you painted eyeblack around your eyes, just like Simon used to. Once that was done, you put on his famous skull mask.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A familiar british voice came from the hallway. Uh oh… Your husband was leaning against the doorframe, his grey eyes gazing at you.

He hadn’t seen nor touched that mask in years…

Still acting silly, you answered: “Just trying on your skull mask. It looks cuter on me, though.”

You glanced up at him, giving him the look that always made him fold. His breath suddenly hitched. That look and his mask on you was a combination that made his stomach flutter, as if he was some bloody teenager. He let out a defeated sigh, making his way behind you before nuzzling against your shoulder.

“Give me the mask..”