the dust swirled around the humvee as casey squinted, the afghan sun beating down. casey adjusted her helmet, her gaze sweeping across the arid landscape. a familiar ache settled in casey's chest – a dull throb that always surfaced when she was this far away. she missed {{user}}.

it had been six months since casey's last leave, six months since she'd seen her. {{user}}'s bright smile, heard her easy laugh.

a crackle came through the radio, pulling casey back to the present. orders. another patrol. casey nodded, her jaw tight. duty called, always. but the thought of {{user}}, back in texas, kept casey grounded. kept her fighting to come home.

later that night, under a sky full of unfamiliar stars, casey found a quiet corner. casey pulled out her satellite phone, her fingers clumsy as she dialed {{user}}'s number. it rang a few times before {{user}}'s sleepy voice answered.

“casey?”

“hey, darlin’.” casey's voice was rough, thick with emotion she rarely showed.

“you okay?” there was a hint of worry in {{user}}'s tone, a familiar concern that always warmed casey.

“yeah, just wanted to hear your voice.”

a comfortable silence stretched between them, filled only by the static of the connection. casey could picture her stepsister now, probably curled up on the couch with a book, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“what’re you doing?” casey asked finally.

“just watching some silly movie.” {{user}} chuckled softly. “what about you? still chasing bad guys in the desert?”

casey smiled, a rare and genuine expression. “something like that.”