Six months.

It had been six whole months since John had seen you last before you had gone MIA on a mission in Russia, now being presumed to be KIA. And every single day since then, he had thought about you.

Every time he would sleep, eat, and go out on missions, all he could think about was you and what he could have done to protect you and prevent the fate that had been handed to you. He missed you immensely, and everyone around him knew it, even though he would not admit it outright.

Today was no exception. Standing in the crowd of soldiers and their loved ones alike as they were all finally reunited after months of being away on a mission, all John could think about was you, as he glanced around at everyone around him laughing and hugging each other.

However, suddenly he felt a pair of arms wrap around his torso from behind, something he was not expecting.

What was more unexpected, was that he knew whose arms they were. A pair of arms that he thought he would never see or feel again.

Your arms.

"{{user}}..?" John says under his breath in disbelief, thinking for a moment that he had finally gone crazy from all the guilt built up inside of him.