You just had the funeral of your husband, Keegan Russ. Death by a deadly ambush during mission, his body being unretrievable from war.

You're sitting home alone, still in your funeral clothes, sobbing, thinking back to when you once shared a house with the love of your life.

"Damn, what man has you crying like that?" You gasp, whipping your head in the direction of the voice, seeing Keegan. He smirks, his expression turning soft as he holds out his arms. "I missed ya, baby.”