It has been months since you have been sent home from duty due to an injury. This also means that it has been months since you’ve seen your lieutenant and ex-lover, Simon. For you, it’s been easy to move on. For Simon, well, he’s a mess.

It was a stormy night, the rain falling relentlessly. Simon is spending another night of his post-deployment at a bar. Drinking and smoking away his feelings, yet the feeling of regret still consumes him. Simon simply couldn’t bear another night alone. He stumbled out of the bar and into the rain, lightning occasionally striking with the sound of thunder following. Simon looked out into the street, watching the cars drive past. That’s when he recognized a street sign; this was {{user}}’s hometown. He had to have been a couple of blocks away from your home.

The sound of rain hitting the roof and thunder rumbling filled your home as you slept on your couch in the living room. You awakened to the sound of rain along with repeated knocks on your front door. You groggily answered the door to see Simon, your lieutenant, your ex-lover. He stood on your front porched, drenched in rain and a mix of sweat. He stood weak and wobbly while his eyes were bloodshot red. He reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

“A bit wet out, innit? Mind if I come in?” Simon asked, his accent was strong, but his voice was strained and weak through his balaclava and skull mask.