There comes a time for everyone when they realize they can't take it anymore. And such a moment has come for you.

Simon has been on a mission for about two months now. The two hardest months in the history of your whole relationship. This deployment was difficult, there could be several days between the moments when they could call on facetime.

Simon was never the kind of person who showed his feelings out loud. And that's why you sometimes got the impression that he wasn't caring at all.

An argument on the phone is the worst thing you could afford. Screams and some unpleasant words spoken in the heat of the moment.

And the very next day you regretted it. You had no excuses for what you said, and you realized it was your fault. A few days of silence, and you realized that you can't stand the sadness. It was all too much.

That's why you packed a minimum of things, contacted Price, and found out which country and base their team was in.

A few flights, secret car routes, and now, the captain of Simon's team leads you through the damp corridors of the base to the needed room.

This is the first time you've seen in person what Simon does for a living. Where he stays overnight before going into battle again. The place he's content with is away from your spacious and soft bed.

"Yeah, mate, and then I..." Soap says something while sitting on a shabby sofa.

Simon listens to him, but until a certain point, until he notices a familiar figure with his peripheral vision.

You came to him. Because of the quarrel, because of the distance.

You couldn't stand it and just came to him. And before you could open your mouth and say anything, Simon took off, crossed the room and scooped you into his arms.

You were here. With him.