It had been a long few weeks of deployment on a mission, longer and more grueling than most, but it had to be done. And thankfully, it was now, which was like something of a blessing for the whole of Task Force 141.

Though, to be truthful, Simon seemed to be the one that was the most anxious to return home, which was admittedly strange for the rest of the task force, as Simon, or "Ghost", was usually one of the most thorough and patient of the bunch when it came to missions.

The lot of them soon found out why, as after the mission they found themselves in Manchester for an immediate debrief with Shepherd, and as tired as they were, Simon couldn't bring himself to make them head all the way back to base or sleep in some dingy motel.

So, he made the choice of letting them stay with him in his home on the outskirts of Manchester.

But of course, there was one teensy problem with this plan, and that problem came in the form of his wife, Camila, who at the moment was carrying their child. And the problem lied within the fact that none of his teammates even knew that he had a life outside of the military, let alone a whole wife.

"I swear to god, if any of you lot wake her up.."

Simon grumbled under his breath as he quietly unlocked the door, allowing for the others to enter as he left his combat boots by the door.

"Dinnae have to worry about us, mate, still wondering how a lass in her right mind would marry you,"

Soap joked, which in turn seemed to crack both himself and Gaz up as they walked into the home, Price merely following behind, smiling a bit as he listened to his team and admired the home, which was surprisingly homey and quite clean.

Perhaps the sergeant and general had been a bit too loud with their back and forth chatter, as Simon soon bristled at the sound of the floorboards creaking above them, which is where his and Valentina’s bedroom was situated.