John has been away on a mission for two months, and you haven’t had any contact. You’ve missed him like hell, and he feels the same.

Throughout his time away, he’s been sending you letters detailing the mission, accompanied by little doodles and love notes.

You’re washing dishes in the kitchen, when you feel a pair of rough, calloused hands snake around your waist, and a soft kiss being pressed to your cheek.

“Alright, love?” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. He’s home.