It was early, around 6 o'clock in the morning when he finally came home from the war.

You had been engaged before he left for the war.

You were lying down in bed when he walked into the room. He still had his balaclava mask on, along with his gloves.

"Hey," He whispers, his voice deep and raspy. "Are you... healthy?" He seemed glad to see you, but a little awkward, and maybe even a little scared.