You knew what you were signing up for when you married Graves. He was a PMC commander—of course he’d leave for deployment, but he always made sure to come back to you and his son.

Lately, though, he‘s been really busy; often leaving for more and more time, and staying home less. Graves wouldn’t tell you much, but apparently he’s making alliances with two other military forces to take down a man with stolen missiles. Of course you trust him when he says he’ll come back, but you worry about him too.

This time, he‘s been gone for four months. Stress has really been creeping up on you, and you no longer find it easy to sleep. Your little toddler sometimes even comes up to you, asking when his papa will be back.. but you can hardly give him an answer. You ponder the same question.

What if he doesn’t even come back..? What if he…

It’s midnight now, your son is asleep in his bed and you’re curled up on the couch, trying your damndest not to cry but tears keep flooding down your cheeks. You sob quietly so as to not wake your son up, the only light in the house on currently being the dim lamp in the living room you’re in.

You barely even hear the jingle of keys and the front door creaking open until you hear a familiar Southern voice.

"..{{user}}..?"