The news that Mickey could be killed in action if chosen for the mission was terrifying. The news that he was chosen was horrific.

The doorbell ringing unexpectedly and Mickey surprising you back at your apartment in San Diego, though?

He couldn’t contain himself, to be completely frank. Dropping all of his bags, he quickly rushed to embrace you tightly. He nuzzled his forehead into your neck, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Hell. It has been hell without you.” He whispered.