He could swear that at least half of his muscles were throbbing in pain, like reminders of this mission's success and the long work it took, the days it took and the energy it took this time.

The drive home would take a couple of hours because Gaz drove like a fucking turtle, but she couldn't blame him, everyone was exhausted. The uniform weighed on his body and as the car moved he could only think of one thing, you, seeing you again and sleeping for three days straight.

He took out his phone and searched for your contact and took a deep breath, his mind was filled with images of you, he missed you like crazy, he could see you in his head in different angles, situations, emotions, and positions too.

"Hi love" "I'm on my way home"

He sent both messages, stopping to type one that he immediately deleted, like he would ask his girlfriend to please wait for him with dinner ready, the little white skirt, no underwear on her, mmm complicated.

"Do you want to eat pizza today? I'll pay" "But let's make a little exchange"