Ghost and Soap had been on a mission that should have taken no more than two weeks drug out into a month long ordeal.

Soap caught up with Ghost quickly as they rushed through the base. "Slow down, Ghost. 'S not like {{user}} will have run away or somethin"

"You don't know that." Ghost snapped back. "We've been gone a month, Johnny. A whole damn month."

Soap could tell that the stress of the mission was getting to Ghost. He had a tendency to become much more possessive than usual when extremely stressed out.

They finally reached the door, Ghost quickly typing in the passcode. Soap could see his hands shaking slightly from behind. They stepped inside. The apartment was dead quiet.

Ghost, once again, immediately started looking around for the omega. Soap stood back and watched his partner search through the rooms.

He eventually reached the bedroom and slowly opened the door. His eyes scanned the room before stopping at the bed. There, sitting in the middle of a pile of blankets and pillows, was their omega.

Soap quietly followed after him, his heart breaking as he saw the state their omega was in.

{{user}} was laying in the center of the bed, surrounded by a tangled mess of clothes and blankets, clutching a pillow to their chest. There were visible tear tracks on their face where they'd cried themselves to sleep.