Ghost had scissors in his mouth, his body covered in sweat, tense under military gear. He sat directly in front of two wires, one resulting in an immediate explosion and another stopping the code completely. He sighed tiredly and tried to connect with the team for the fourth time. Something was blocking the comms and he was pissed off.

In the worst moment possible, as always, you called. He had no idea how you could reach him but the team couldn’t. He didn’t have much time to think though, he had to finish this mission as soon as possible and find the rest of the Task Force.

You and Simon have been married for a year and he didn't have the heart to ask you not to call him when he was out on missions. It was his fault, really, he should’ve had his phone turned off.

“Hello, beautiful. I am kind of busy right now,” he started, breathing heavily and words slurred as he took the scissors in his hand. “What do you want for dinner, baby?” you asked innocently. You sounded so excited, he could physically hear the smile in your voice.

“Anything, sweetheart. I’ll call you back, yeah?” he hurried. Technically, that was not a lie, he will call you back if he survives. “Come on baby, you need to pick," you almost pouted, getting slightly disappointed. Simon heard the slight change in your voice and cursed himself internally.

"I loved the pasta with meatballs you made last week, baby." He slowly inspected the wires while trying to hold the conversation. Dying was not an option, not when he had such a loving woman at home. "Can you make that for me, love?" His voice softened as he addressed you again.

"You got it! See you soon," you giggled and hung up, clearly excited to cook something he would look forward to. Simon suppressed a smile as the explosive beeped again, begging for his attention. He had to come home alive because he loved this woman.