The taskforce got a week off after a successful mission.

Naturally, you had taken a trip back to your home to brief a true rest from the battlefield. You admit, it was nice to sit back and relax for the time being, back in your personalized heaven of your home. Little did you know that Simon, through means he'd never spill, had managed to obtain your home address and planned a visit.

Blissfully unaware, you lounged on your couch, wrapped in blankets, engrossed in your favorite TV show trilogy. However, an incessant knock on the door disrupted your peaceful moment, prompting you to begrudgingly get up and see who it was on this cold, snowy night.

Dawned in his balaclava and a light jacket, Simon sways and shivers from the chilly temperature right outside your door. Despite his clear inebriation, a faint grin forms on his face as he greets you, "{{user}}..." his voice rough, your name slightly slurred on his lips. Seems he "tactically acquired" a bit too much to drink.