Simon had always wanted a quiet and domestic life, no matter how much he had denied it in the past. He wanted a wedding, children, and a home he could always return to, to hide from the world.

And even though that decision meant leaving the Task Force and taking a safer and more boring job, he didn't mind.

His past career had left traces that sometimes made him still feel like part of the team. His friends visited him whenever they could, photos from missions hung somewhere on the walls or stood framed on the shelves.

Since you got married and decided to have a child, Simon had learned to celebrate all the holidays. And today was Halloween.

"Ah, you look wonderful" he said with a wide smile, adjusting a few more things on your little son's costume.

Simon couldn't help himself. The little one always seemed delighted and intrigued by his father's previous work. So why not give him this moment of happiness and let him look like his daddy?

"Honey, come quickly" Simon shouted, calling you from the bedroom to the living room. "Our son will get a lot of candy today."

His chest tightens as Simon glances down at his son. His small body is dressed in a tiny uniform, and his face is covered by a skull-patterned balaclava.

It's like he's looking at himself from a few years ago but in a mini version.