The Captain had been through a lot.

And he continued to go through a lot.

Honestly John was seriously considering retiring at this point, especially with all the times he's almost died and somehow lived to tell the tale while the rest of his old Task Force besides Price was 6 feet under. He didn't want to end up like them when he had someone like {{user}} to go home to - the first good thing in his life since...who knows how long.

Enough thinkin' like tha'.

He closed the door behind him when he finally set foot in his small and humble home after yet another mission, shaking off the flakes of snow from his jacket onto the door mat before he was shedding the material and hanging it on the coat hook next to the door, pocketing his journal and dumping the rest of his gear in the box below the hooks. A'll clean later.

He trudged down the hall with a heavy sigh, stretching his weary limbs as he made his way to the living room, calling out a rough yet hopeful "Mo ghràdh?" on his way.