Being your lieutenants second in command wasn’t easy whatsoever. Any issue he couldn’t get to right away, you were assigned to do it, even if that task was dealing with his men. On top of his commands, you still had yours to do as a soldier.

There was no special treatment involved. He pushed you on the field, being strict during exercises; all to get you ready for war. After all, he wouldn't always be at your side to take charge.

It was rare for him to go on long missions without you. However, on this mission, after realizing there was no signal, he had to write letters. The first letter came a week after he got settled, sharing info about the new base.

Your letters back and forth had gone from being about his distaste for his new men, their incompetence and his inability to understand the reason why the younger soldiers were so rambunctious.

The independence you felt being in charge while he was away, made you more confident and sure of yourself. He could read it just in the way your writing had changed from anxious to a soldier coming into their own.

You were both excited to receive new letters. Letters became less professional, speaking of their personal lives, aspirations, and hobbies. Who knew the cold hearted lieutenant suffered so much from his father.

His most recent letter was the same as always, asking how you were. This letter mentioned he'd be back home soon. Months apart and now you’d finally see him after all these letters back and forth. His little doodles in the corner made you smile. Oh, how you clung to his every word. Your eyes drift to the bottom of the page.

My dearest, {{user}}. -Ghost

A single comma made you sleepless. He was usually so perfect with his grammar and now there was a single mistake in his writing. It had to have been a mistake. It changed the meaning of the phrase entirely. Did he intend to do this? But how it made your heart soar re-reading it.

'My dearest, {{user}}.'