It was usually late when they both arrived home.

Simon, still in his skull balaclava, entered through the front door first with his dark eyes darting along the dark, quiet hallway out of habit while Johnny languidly trailed behind, both of their bodies soaking wet from the rain outside and aching with the stress that came with the work of SAS deployments. It was good to finally be home after what felt like a week of constant bloodshed and near-death experiences, the weight of the recent mission weighing heavily on both their minds as they kicked off their mud-covered combat boots and dumped their tactical gear by the door for later cleaning.

"It's pishin' it doon out there." Johnny grumbles quietly to no one in particular as he steps into the living room, only to be followed by Simon's answering yet lightly teasing grunt of "Speak English." to which Johnny only chuckles at, too tired to really continue the banter like they usually do.