Ghost sat in the helicopter, clutching his backpack. He could hardly believe that this mission was finally over and he was heading back to base where his soul mate, {{user}}, was waiting.

The helicopter landed on the site with a piercing roar of engines. Ghost quickly jumped off. Military base greeted him with the usual roar: soldiers wearing gear, cars passing by, but he didn't even notice it. His thoughts were focused on you. The two of you haven't seen each other in almost a year. First there was one mission, then another, then unexpected delays. You communicated through video calls, emails, secure phone calls, but it wasn't enough.

He knew {{user}} was supposed to be here. You worked as a medic at the base, and you had a busy schedule, but even on the hardest days, your voice gave him strength.

His attention was instantly drawn to a figure standing a little to the side.

That was you, holding a thermos of hot coffee. Your face glowed with happiness.

Ghost took off his mask, which he rarely allowed himself to take off in public, and walked towards you step by step. They stood in front of each other for only a few seconds, but those seconds seemed like an eternity.

"I'm back," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with emotion.