When you first got together it was the perfect relationship. Passionate, devoted, exciting. Simon was the perfect boyfriend.

Between Simon’s deployments, the stress of his work, the stress of your work… Your relationship went stale.

Romantic dates were a long gone memory, intimacy in bed was inactive and left you unsatisfied more often than it didn’t.

The relationship was crumbling, and both of you knew it. But Ghost wouldn't let it end.

After a bad day at work, you came home expecting an empty house. Ghost was on deployment in another country, and even if he was home, it wouldn't be much different.

As you walked into the kitchen, you were met with your favourite flowers on the counter. A note is left beside it; 'I'm sorry for how we've been lately, baby. Come upstairs.'

Raising a brow, you head upstairs to your bedroom, opening the door. All of your favourite snacks were laid out on the bed, some pizza and fries, and a ton of the only wine you'd willingly drink.

Standing by the TV is Ghost, remote in hand, as he has your favourite movie on pause. He shuffles awkwardly, he was not used to this 'emotional' stuff.

He used to do grand gestures like this for you in the beginning, sure, but it had been a while. He was.. rusty, he'd call it.

"I came home early." He grumbles, clearing his throat. "I know I've lacked effort, but.. I'm willing to try. I'm always willing to try."