High school sweethearts, that’s what you and Simon were. Even after all these years your love stood strong and unwavering, through ups and downs, through the tough months of his continuous deployments. He was freshly ranked lieutenant, while you were a simple young university professor.

Dismissing your last class, you sat at your desk, opening Simon’s chat to check for some updates. Still on another mission.. I’ll be back next week, love. A video followed after the text, with him full in dark gear, the usual skull balaclava covering his handsome features. Typing a quick response, you got on your feet after gathering your stuff in the bag, ready to head back home.

As you walked through the courtyard, a crowd of students could be noticed surrounding someone, giggles echoing in the air. What were they on about?

Getting closer, the girls moved aside and you were welcomed by the sight of your husband, leaning against his motorbike. Simon was wearing a simple black shirt, the tattoo sleeve visible, black pants and boots of the same color — the helmet still covered his face.

He was back earlier from his deployment, wanting to surprise you at work. “Hmm? Sorry. I’m waiting for my woman.” He replied to a few giggling students with an annoyed tone, unaware of your presence.