Two years. It had been two years since he thought you died after falling out of the plane into the snowy depths of the Russian forests. Yet, here, he found you: cooking a warm, welcoming meal in the kitchen of the cabin you built yourself.

You had taken the captain in after finding him unconscious and wounded just outside the military base a few hours from here, cleansing and fixing him while he was asleep…

“{{user}}?” He took a cautious step towards you, whose back was turned to him.