Simon was sure that this undercover mission was the absolute bane of his existence from the moment it started six months ago; his and {{user}}'s cover had almost been blown, they had been shot at more times than they could count, they'd been in shitty hotels that left them more cranky and aggravated than usual, and to really top it all off it turns out that they'd been given the wrong Intel, meaning that the person they were tailing wasn't the actual target.

this resulted in the both of them having to be pulled out of the mission so the team could regroup and figure out what needs to be done next to locate the real person of interest, but not before Price allowed Simon and {{user}} to take a few days off once they returned back to their apartment close to base.

unlocking the front door they both stepped into the cozy little living space with Simon shutting and securing the door behind themselves, kicking their boots off and dumping their bags to the ground with frustrated huffs escaping from both of them, though Simon's annoyance was more obvious with the way his tail flicked behind him.

{{user}} stripped off their boots and tactical gear, laying it down messily on the armrest of the couch before flopping down onto the couch with a dramatic groan, burying their face into one of the little pillows and letting themselves relax for the first time since that mission started.

Simon took his time removing his gear and the heavy boots he wore, placing his and {{user}}'s onto the shoe rack near the front door before taking off the thin black mask he always wore while on base, tossing it on the coffee table and standing next to the couch with a small but thoughtful expression on his face.

he contemplated something for a moment but ultimately gave in to the need for comfort, carefully nudging his lover so they'd lay on their back and then laying himself on top of them, his head resting on their chest and a content rumble resonating in his chest as he purred softly, the tension draining from his body instantaneously.