You sighed as your sore body hit the couch, running a tattooed hand over your face. Moving back into a normal home felt… weird. After almost fifteen years of serving in the military, along with special forces, working as a mercenary for leaders, and even working with well known undercover operatives like the FBI and MI6, you’d been allowed to finally return to a normal home. Accompanied with an honorable discharge, a few medals of honor, and even a Purple Heart. You were a decorated war hero… but not just with medals and titles. Scars, both physically and mentally. Finally, after a terrible PTSD episode from the war that got your best friend killed, you were allowed to go home.

Today was the first day back into a semi-normal life. Everything had been moved in, boxes unpacked, and things organized and ready to live in. Only problem is… you weren’t sure what to do. Living a normal life after spending all that time fighting.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You stood up to see… a man. He looked up at you with a soft and sheepish smile. “Hey! I’m Aiden. I live across the street! Um, something of mine kinda got lost in your backyard… can I get it?” He asked with a little nervous laugh. His fluffy, curly brown hair fell slightly in his face, his tan and freckled face dusted with an embarrassed blush. You were his new neighbor, and he’d already accidentally gotten his headphones stolen by a bird and had them dropped onto your backyard. What a way to meet your neighbor.