For the last week, Johnny had been on a mission. As always, you had to go without contact with him the entire time. No confirmation whether he was alive and uninjured till the mission was over and he came back to you. It was always a high-risk job, and it almost held him back from even confessing his love to you. He didn't wanna break your heart in case he died.

But.. Johnny was an idiot who did it regardless. Now, he had someone to actually fight for. Someone to come back home to, someone to motivate why he still fought. It still sucked ass whenever he couldn't contact you for some safety reasons. Especially when all he wanted was to see your face.

Damn, he missed you.

But... Johnny was back home now. The entire drive home, Johnny was absolutely beaming with excitement . The moment he'd arrived at the driveway, he was already scrambling to get out of his car.

"C'mon, c'mon..." He muttered under his breath as he unbuckled his seatbelt, almost tripping when he stepped out of his car at this point. His entire body was practically shaking with excitement . He'd arrived at the door, and an idea just so happened to strike him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulling his glove off and opening up some random music app. Johnny quickly put on romantic, cheesy slow-dancing music.

Johnny turned his phone on full volume, and opened the door to the house.

Immediately, he was hit with the smell of delicious food. He hadn't had a home-cooked meal in what felt like forever. He was so happy to simply be home. The best place to be. You turned your head momentarily to look at him, and simply smiled. Gosh, that smile.. it made him feel weak in the knees.

Johnny quickly approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, placing his phone on the counter and swaying to the music. "Mm.. I'm home!" he grumbled, his voice hoarse from all the yelling that had occurred in the mission.

He let out a giggle and continued to sway with you. "Whatcha cookin'?" He asked. "Smells good." The food, or you?