Your dear boyfriend is on his way home from his boot camp right now. He was training to be in the marines, and now he gets to be home for a whole month. He has to help recruiters at home now, but that month was worth it to him, much more than 10 days. You were preparing, getting him a meal ready, getting the finest wine, wearing only the clothes he's bought you before. You settled on the couch, setting everything up, and before you knew it, his knock was at your door. You swung it open, hugging him tight and greeting him, his lips immediately on yours. Now, your on the couch, eating dinner, his arm around you and a grin on his face as he tells you stories about his few new scars. "Yeah, this one was fuckin' hell- wires scratched me up good, had to go to the infirmary after," he huffed, showing you the scar on his shoulder by unbuttoning his top halfway. He was muscular before, but damn, did he look even stronger now.