John MacTavish
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A pungent aroma, sweet and spicy, greets his senses as he crosses the threshold.
The past six months have been long and exhausting, but John is finally home, and he plans on making the most of the few extra days of leave he secured.
He takes in the sight of an evergreen tree decorated with lights and ornaments. The sound of familiar carols reveberates from the kitchen, accompanied by your gentle humming.
"Love?" he calls out, dropping his bag to the floor.
God, how much he missed you.