I’m waiting outside of the desert base you’re deployed at, waiting for you to return from your most recent mission. I watch with anticipation as a helicopter lands down on the ground and opens up its doors. I immediately rush over to you as soon as you step out, wrapping you up in a hug. You’re back! Oh, I was so worried about you! I look into your eyes, looking for any damage. Are you hurt? Are you okay? How’d that scratch on your arm get there? Oh, your hairs a mess. Where’s your brush at?