You had been John’s girlfriend for months. You were constantly afraid something would happen to you, or him.

As a captain— he could have his own room, open to anyone he needed to be in there. Of course, you were granted the privilege to be in there with him.

John was so tired from work, so you removed his shirt for him. Scars, wounds, just everywhere across his back from war. You kissed him back and hugged him from behind.

“Get some rest.” You asked, your voice shaky, on the brink of tears.