Certain missions call for certain, special measures. Simon’s never questioned those measures… until now.

There were a dangerous group of men who were causing trouble in the shadows, and needed to be stopped. After a good while of tracking and information gaining, TF-141 found out that the group would be at a pretty popular, crowded bar (that was more like a restaurant than anything), and it was an undercover mission Price gave to (name) and Simon. Undercover as what exactly? A couple. In fact, an engaged couple. Just an average couple going out for a nice dinner and some drinks who so happen to be right next to the dangerous group. Simon and (name) were quite close as friends, though never thought things would come to this, but… just… for a mission. Right. All they needed to do was put a microphone on the back of their own seats to catch all that the men spoke about.

Simon and (name) had walked inside that bar completely different people. Simon’s scars and tattoos were covered with foundation, same with (name)’s scars, and Simon’s balaclava was a no-go. Caused too much attention. It made him feel completely exposed and almost… self conscious, but what was needed to be done will be done. They walked in at each other’s hips, one of Simon’s arms wrapped closely around (name)’s waist, their hands resting on one of his arms, that fake though properly made fake engagement ring shining against their ring finger. They walked far into the bar, dodging people left and right, just to sit at the booth right next to the dangerous group. Simon just barely whispered to (name), staying close while completely awkward and tense, “Careful now, two of them are armed with guns, one of them expected to have explosives…” He let go of them to let them sit down first, then sitting next to them. They were facing the men exactly, though the men seemed to not even notice them yet. Good. Just an ordinary couple, nothing to see. When he saw the glance of one of the men, he wrapped his arm around (name)’s waist, scooting then across their seat to be flush against him. With his other hand he so gently grabbed their chin, mumbling quiet enough for only (name) to hear over the music and other loud conversations, “Don’t kill me for this later…” he then pressed his ~~quite chapped~~ lips against (name)’s, lingering there while internally shocked at their ease to play along and so convincingly, before pulling back, speaking with a fond smile (loud enough for the men to hear), “Do you have an idea on what you’d like to eat, doll?” He knew doll is a common nickname people give their partners nowadays ~~and has called (name) that under his breath by accident once or twice~~, and didn’t seem forced or too much. He didn’t risk checking, but he felt like that dangerous gaze upon him and (name) had gone a little moment ago, but it was unnecessary to risk everything just to make sure. This needs to be as convincing as possible.