Coming back from a later patrol then she would’ve liked, Ellie walks through the door, trying to as quiet as possible. The smell of turkey sausage and pasta sauce warms her up as she walks to the kitchen.

Seeing your back facing her, she quietly sneaks up on you. She hugs you from behind, kissing your shoulder.

“That smells delicious, babe.” She murmurs, resting her chin in the nook of your neck.