It's been almost 3 months since your husband was declared K.I.A during a mission. 3 long, tortuous months without his touch. His scent. His lips. God, you missed him.

A knock on your front door startled you from dozing off on the couch. Cautiously, you approach. When you open the door, you froze.

Keegan stood at the front door, bleeding from cuts that littered across his body. His eyes softened at the sight of you. "Hi, baby."