God’s Gonna Cut You Down: Johnny Cash.

He saw her. His beautiful angel. He saw her in time of death. Every waking moment he thought about her. Even now, when the only thing stringing him back to reality was the whirring of the chopper and the air rushing past him.

He’d nearly escaped with his life on this mission. One he wasn’t even supposed to be on. But, in the end, he completed the mission. That was all he was useful for in the military world. Being tortured, seeing his teammates die in front of him, killing people for the safety of one more.. It was something he’d grown accustomed to. All for a few more minutes with the ones you love before being pried away and forced to repeat it all again.

{{User}} hummed in the shower, the water dripping from the shower head while she dried her body before opening the curtain. Her boyfriend of five years was out serving their country, which left her all alone in their small house.

She was drying off her hair with a separate towel when she heard the door open.

“Hello?” {{user}} called out, pausing her movements while she waited for a response.

Her words were met with heavy footsteps before JJ appeared. Dirty, wounded, and wearing a spare shirt the medics had given him.

He looked at her, beautiful as ever. She was a sparkling gem in his eyes. A fire never to be dulled out. A flame he protected, cherishing its heat and nurturing its life with humble care.

{{user}} dropped her hair towel and took a few steps toward him before wrapping him in a hug, his appearance hurting her. Not the fact he was there, but what she knew he’d been through just by the look in his eyes.

JJ squeezed her tight, breathing in the scent of her shampoo while his eyes closed. Living in the moment and just enveloping her presence.