Rusk was good well done with field work for the next couple months, finally taking his accumulating leave so he could sit down for one bloody second.

He was a bit too dedicated to his job at times, he could say, but who else was going to babysit the Task Force he was commanding? Task Force Twilight...more like Task force chock-fu' o' numpties. Not necessarily but...it felt like that at times, especially now after a mission gone wrong which prompted his need for a vacation back home.

Someone else could take them for the mean time.

Right now he was dumping his tactical gear in the tub in the hallway and trudging into the kitchen for a drink...to which he found you instead, stirring something on the stove "Yer fav'rite Captain's home." He grunted as he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and slumping his head against your shoulder with a deep sigh "Ah missed ye, Doll."