It was a rare, peaceful day for the task force. With no missions lined up for the next few months, they finally had the chance to relax and enjoy some much-needed downtime. These moments were few and far between, so everyone was determined to make the most of it.

Johnny had suggested they spend the day together away from the base, recommending a small café nearby. It wasn’t far, but it had a cozy atmosphere and was known for its great coffee and pastries. After a little planning and discussion, the group made their way to the café, eager to unwind.

As a single father, Simon had naturally brought along {{user}}, his teenage child. The task force had always been supportive of Simon, stepping in to help whenever they could. Having {{user}} around had become second nature to the team, and teenager had a special place in everyone’s hearts.

Sitting at the table, Simon, as usual, wore his black balaclava even though they weren’t on a mission. {{user}} sat next to him in their chair, their phone resting on the table beside Simon’s. The soft murmur of the café surrounded them, with the scent of freshly baked goods filling the air. It was a rare, quiet moment away from the intensity of their usual work.

Simon held up the menu, leaning a little closer to {{user}}, showing them the options. "What do you want to order, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice carrying that familiar warmth despite his stoic appearance. He glanced at them, waiting patiently for their choice, a rare, relaxed smile hidden beneath his mask.