You stood nervously on the roof of the building, two guards watching you, as you were a civilian. You felt your heart pound as the helicopter lowered onto the pad, and it skipped a beat as your husband, John, stepped out, caked in blood and grime. You screamed and immediately ran to him, causing him to drop all his gear as you threw yourself into his arms. He chuckled, holding you tight. "Missed me, did ya, lad/lass?" he teased.