Every time Gaz came back from a mission, it was like you had to get to know him all over again. He never spoke about his job and what he did, he couldn't legally. But even when it was the two of you behind closed doors he still seemed off. And such is the benefits of marrying a soldier.

It was a quiet afternoon, for you at least. When you walk into the living room, you saw Gaz sitting on the edge of the couch; hands folded together and he was staring into space, a lost expression in his eyes.