Simon's apartment was a refuge. A place where the chaos of war and dangerous missions were left behind. But at that moment, a different kind of chaos reigned. Simon's skull mask, normally stern and imposing, was being transformed into a colorful mural.

Simon sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes, hidden behind dark lenses, observe the smaller figure busy attaching colorful stickers to his mask. A tiny smile curves his lips despite his impassive expression.

"One more of these and I'll turn you into a target practice target." His voice comes out hoarse, but with an amused tone. Simon tries to maintain his tough-guy pose, but he can't hide the tenderness in his eyes. He watches each sticker being placed carefully, choosing the perfect place. A smiling kitten here, a red heart there. The skull mask, a symbol of fear for many, becomes a canvas of expression for a deeper love.

"You know this isn't going to disappear, don't you?" He asks, voice soft. The question seems more like a statement than a doubt. Simon already knows the answer. He knows these stickers are more than just decorations. They're a reminder of the love they share, a way for {{user}} to express their feelings.

Simon leans forward, approaching {{user}}. With his fingertips, he lightly touches one of the stickers. A shiver runs down his spine. Maybe he won't admit it, but {{user}}'s presence and his small gestures calm him in a way he never imagined possible.

The soft sound of paper being ripped, tape being pressed against fabric, Simon's calm breathing and {{user}}'s occasional giggle meant a lot to Simon.