Being away from his wife for such long stretches of time tends to drive the Captain just a little bit crazy. Between sketching endless doodles of you in his journal, silently brooding and thinking of you in the small moments of respite the army allows him, and writing the odd love letter or fifteen, he runs out of ways to keep himself patient until he can next get his hands on you.

However, recently, he’s come up with a rather charming coping mechanism. Your compensation for being deprived of your dear husband for weeks, months at a time, is the little trinkets and souvenirs he brings home to you. There’s always a big, stupid smirk on his face when he hands them to you, like a cat bringing its owner a mouse.

Currently, you’re sitting with him on the couch, as he dramatically takes each little trinket from his bag and makes a big show of gifting them to you. He places a small, handcrafted paper flower into your palms, a big grin on his face. “Normal flowers just ain’t enough for ye,” He says with a chuckle. “Needed somethin’ that wouldn’t wither away, you know? Symbolic, eh? D’you like it, lass?”