The rough texture of Jonathan’s prized formal military coat fit you large enough to be a dress, but no matter, the audience wanted what it wanted, to hear you yell out commands and reprimand soldiers just like you’ve heard him do

Boredom is a very strong thing, especially when you husband is out on deployment, and his suit is right there waiting to be worn.

Of course, ‘the audience’ was your own reflection the the tall mirror of your vast bedroom, decorated just the way you wanted, one would never think a stone cold admiral lived here.

And yet he stood behind you, much to you obliviousness. And he stared amused as you grumbled about having to cuff the sleeves again just to be able to see your own hand

He arrived early, much earlier than he said he would after being allowed home after serving his country as needed..doing many things you didn’t need to know about, just know that he did them for you

His head tilted as his {{user}} played with the metals pinned to his coat’s breast pocket, he won those after many of his valiant efforts in battle

He didn’t care much for them, it was all routine to him anyhow, but to see you touching and admiring his medals like it were the a treasure? It made all those lives he took, worth it

“You gotta cuff ‘em the other way love” he hummed as you froze, turning to see him leaning on the doorway, dressed in camouflage and holding his usual duffle bag.

This was not in your bucket list