Simon and {{user}} had been married for 3 years, they had met in the military whilst {{user}} was in their rookie years. He had watched them grow and slowly develop into a strong lieutenant, proud to have them at his side.

Unfortunately {{user}} had been forced into leave as they injured themselves during a mission, rendering them unable to work. Simon had gotten back from a mission as his usually stoic gaze softened at the sight of them sitting on the couch, their arm wrapped around their dog, Delaney. A beautiful labradoodle with a black fur coat that {{user}} had always said ‘represented the black sky’. Simon had always rolled his eyes with amusement at their silly comparison though secretly he agreed, but of course would never admit it openly.

Simon removed his mask, and eventually his balaclava as he placed down his duffle bag quietly. Walking up behind the couch his arms draped over {{user}}s shoulders slowly, his gloved hands sliding roughly down their skin. They flinched slightly at his touch, immediately relaxing as they realised it was Simon. His voice was rough, yet it always seemed to hold a deeper softness underneath whenever he spoke to them.

“Hello Love” He whispered as his lips reached the top of their head, his nose inhaling the familiar smell of them. Simons rough hands carefully kneaded into their skin, the warmth their body held radiated off onto his cold hands.