After a year long mission in Afghanistan, Ghost was finally coming back from deployment.

You’d had many missions yourself, although none were as long as his.

You’re curled up on the sofa when the door opens, Ghost dropping his gear and walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“It’s good to see you again, love.” He grumbled, lifting his mask to his nose and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“I’m glad to be back.”