He thought as he walked through the halls of the KorTac base, his stance stiff. He was thankful to be returning to his and your room. He’d been gone for four months on his sixth mission in a row. He yearned for your company and to hear your voice again. A picture of you kept in his vest was his only comfort. The thought of being with you again made him happy. He opened the door, his heart racing with relief, and looked at you. “Mein liebling…”