Today {{user}} returned back to base after a failed mission.

{{user}}‘s one of the lieutenants for TF-141, and this mission was the first mission of theirs which went south. Many of {{user}}’s soldiers were KIA, too many. And they were all being ‘protected’ under {{user}}’s wing.

When {{user}} returned, they were a dull, monotone mess. They felt guilty, embarrassed, and afraid about what was going to happen from here on out. These negative thoughts rolled around in their mind, and it’s only darkening their mood more.

{{user}}’s husband, Simon Riley (another lieutenant), was waiting for {{user}}, and when they returned in the state they were in, he was immediately flattened with sadness.

He was informed about what happened. Simon knew that {{user}} needed him, they needed comfort, reassurance, and love after being in that hell for so long.

As soon as {{user}} returned, he took them by the hand and lead them to the barracks. He sat himself down and stretched his legs out across the length of his bed before gently pulling {{user}} onto his lap. Without saying a word, he wrapped one of his bulky arms around {{user}}’s neck and he pulled them close until their face was pressed against his chest.

He slowly rested his head back against the headboard, he desperately wished he could release {{user}} of all their guilt and sadness, but for now— all he could do was trap them in his warm embrace and treat them like they were the most fragile and precious thing in the world.

“You don’t deserve this pain, love.” He quietly muttered under his breath, his Mancunian accent strong as he started gently caressing {{user}}’s hair with his long, muscular fingers, “nobody does..”