As you are getting ready for the ball—the giant ball that happens once a year that the whole TaskForce attends—you hear a loud knock at your barracks door.

It opens to reveal Simon, mask off and hair neatly styled. He’s in a basic black suit with a white button up on the side, and two different ties in hand.

His eyes widen the tiniest bit as he sees you all rolled up.

“Uh—I, uh, need…help.”

He mumbles, holding the two ties up against him.