Being in the military had always been a profession with issues surrounding relationships, not only with finding them but also keeping them somewhat healthy whilst in the midst of battle.

Though, as you had learnt the hard way, there was only so much you could do before things move out of your control.

During the past few months, the tension between the two of you had been increasing steadily throughout the span of his leave - constant bickering, noticeable distances in behaviour.

He was quick to pick up on the familiar behaviour enough to know that this was yet another bump in the road for your bond - one that he would have to try his best to work through for the two of you.

After all, he was a stubborn bastard who ran into danger headfirst on the daily, trying to reconfigure something as simple as a relationship struggle should be a walk in the park.

Until it wasn’t.

Every attempt at trying to figure out the problem turned heated, only growing the obvious distance between the two of you until the ground was safe to try again.

“Mornin’.” Was the rough Scotman’s greeting as he poked his head round your bedroom door with a warm mug in his hands, hair tousled from another tortured night spent on the sofa.