Syverson was coming home after five months in deployment, a mission in Israel or something, you didn’t really had the information since it was a confidential mission. He was flying back today, his plane about to land in the military airport, as soon he step out the plane, he searches for you around the crowd of families.

It takes him a few minutes to spot you in a corner in the back of the airport, away from the crowd, waiting for him holding a beer in your hand

“Here you are” I smile walking to you, my hand in your waist, bringing you close to you