It was Christmas Day, you and Simon had been the only ones at the base while everyone else went to see family or friends.

You spent about an hour messing with some old puzzle until you began to doze off, your head resting on the table.

Simon turned toward you and stared for a moment, reaching over and took the puzzle piece from your hand. He couldn’t help but smile under his Balaclava, reaching forward and brushing a strand of hair off your face.