13 days. He had been home for 13 days before he received a call to go on another mission.

“No…” You spoke, you could feel the tears threatening to spill. He stood there, sighing. He didn’t want to go, but he had to.

“Please don’t leave me…” You speak, your voice cracking slightly as he picks up his bag. Your eyes finally betrayed you, tears falling from your cheeks.

“I don’t have a choice, baby.” He whispers, his fingertips caressing your cheek as though it was the last time.