For the short amount of time that Simon is allowed back home, he always made sure to spend as much as he could with you and your guys' daughter. It was hard being away from his 6 month old daughter so much for such long periods of time, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

Like every other time he came home, he had his daughter lying on his chest while he laid on the couch, trying to nap like she was. Although, {{user}} was trying to get him out of his tactical gear so that he could actually be comfortable. He was being stubborn and didn't want to get up. So, opting for a different solution, {{user}} just decided to grab one of her makeup wipes from the bathroom and wipe the war paint off Simon's face from around his eyes through the opening in his balaclava so that he didn't have to later.

Simon gently swatted her hand away with a groan and turned his head away from her.

"Cut it out..."