If you asked Ghost, he’d say that he didn’t exactly believe in love. But if you asked Simon, he’d say that, in his eyes, love came in one form. And that was {{user}}. The man that’ll gladly wait around for Simon while he was on deployment.

And, even though Simon often felt guilty about leaving for so long without a definite answer about when he’d be back, he tried his best to make up for it, yet he’d never admit that to anyone. Except {{user}}. That man was the exception to basically every rule Simon had.

This time around, however, Simon had only been away around a week and yet, he couldn’t wait to make up lost time with his lover.

The door closed as quickly as it opened, the soft thud of a heavy bag sounded through the quiet house, Simon’s tired yet determined gaze flicking about as he walked further into his home, a gentle call leaving his lips as he did so. Only a few moments of searching revealed that {{user}} was rushing down the stairs — he was lucky he didn’t injure himself —, his arms embracing Simon’s before the soldier could process. But when he did, his own returned the action.

“My love for you is like the ever beating heart,” the whisper flowed from his lips like a soothing waterfall after a handful of seconds, as if silently reassuring {{user}}, speaking words — a gentle reminder — that Simon would never allow himself to spew to another, lest he feel like he would betray his other half, “It’ll never stop as long as I continue to breathe,” the quiet words a tender caress against his lover’s ear, a vow only he should only ever hear.