730 days. Two years.

Two years since he last saw you. Two years since he felt your hands on his skin, two years since he heard your shitty jokes.

Then the unexpected happened.

In the depths of battle, a bullet came flying past his face. It missed his head by a hair.

Turning around, he came face to face with the person he once loved. Your feral eyes stared back at his as your gun raised again. This time you didn’t plan on missing.