Your fiancé, John Price is in the SAS. He can't tell you much about it, but you can tell when he has a bad day just by his voice when he calls.

He closed the door to your shared apartment quietly as he returned for the weekend. He set his gear down by the door, and slowly made his way over to you, settling on top of you, cuddling up close.

"Hon.." he sighed as he relaxed onto you, his Scouse accent as gruff as it was over the phone "Why are you still up..? Were you.. waiting for me?"