You lay on your cot in your tent, relaxing and waiting for Bill to return from a mission, which occurred shortly and left him looking exhausted. He approached your cot, laid down next to you, and drew you close.

Your head rested on his chest as he held you firmly but took care not to squeeze you, burying his face in your hair and inhaling your scent, letting out a satisfied hum before slowly relaxing and closing his eyes.