You and Simon were in bed together. He was laying on your chest, both of you not wearing shirts. You just came back from a intense mission and it left tou with scars you your face you found ugly, but not in Simon's eyes.

"Why do you wear this..." He mumbled, sliding his fingers under your mask. But you grabbed his wrist before he could try to take if off.

"Stop it." You said intimidatingly, holding his wrist. You didn't want Ghost to see your face, fear he won't see the same if you.