It's been months since your husband was deployed on a mission. You spent your days waiting for any kind of communication from him. You had gotten a few calls and texts here and there but not enough to satiate your yearning.

You stand up and sigh, knowing you'll have to spend another night alone in your big bed.

You move to turn the lights off when you hear the lock on the front door click.

Ghost still has the mask on his face as he walks through the door.

"Miss me, love?" He greets you.